the Time Machine. one very hot morning--my fourth.

 One was so blinded by the light that he came straight for me
 One was so blinded by the light that he came straight for me. They clutched at me more boldly.if I am recalling an incident very vividly I go back to the instant of its occurrence: I become absent-minded.and vanished. I have already spoken of the great palaces dotted about among the variegated greenery. and I failed to convey or understand any but the simplest propositions.The landscape was misty and vague. This appeared to be devoted to minerals. I came out of this age of ours. Only forty times had that silent revolution occurred during all the years that I had traversed. these whitened Lemurs.He said he had seen a similar thing at Tubingen. and then resumed the thread of my speculations. And now that brother was coming back changed! Already the Eloi had begun to learn one old lesson anew.They had seen me.

 But this attitude of mind was impossible. I could not carry both. As these catastrophes occur."But it WAS the lawn.and the ghost of his old smile flickered across his face. and while I was with them. Here and there water shone like silver. and when I woke again it was full day.my own inadequacy to express its quality. including the last night of all. I lit my last match . The coiling uprush of smoke streamed across the sky. there are subways.and I saw the sun hopping swiftly across the sky. I saw the wild folly of my frenzy overnight.

I felt as perhaps a bird may feel in the clear air. As it slipped from my hand. to such of the little people as came by. oddly enough. and they did not seem to have any fear of me apart from the light. I have suspected since that the Morlocks had even partially taken it to pieces while trying in their dim way to grasp its purpose. Here and there out of the darkness round me the Morlocks eyes shone like carbuncles.found four or five men already assembled in his drawing-room. had come at last to find the daylit surface intolerable. The hill side was quiet and deserted. You can scarce imagine how nauseatingly inhuman they looked--those pale. Weena grew tired and wanted to return to the house of grey stone. But they must have been air-tight to judge from the fair preservation of some of their contents. or only with its forearms held very low.They were both the new kind of journalist very joyous.

 I hurriedly slipped off my clothes. Then he resumed his narrative. Before. that my voice was too harsh and deep for them. of all that I beheld in that future age. Then I would fall to rubbing my eyes and calling upon God to let me awake.we incline to overlook this fact. perhaps through many thousands of centuries. The darkness seemed to grow luminous.Then. I cannot even say whether it ran on all-fours.THERE IS NO DIFFERENCE BETWEEN TIME AND ANY OF THE THREE DIMENSIONS OF SPACE EXCEPT THAT OUR CONSCIOUSNESS MOVES ALONG IT. is shy and slow in our clumsy hands.I say.He stopped.

 Weena grew tired and wanted to return to the house of grey stone.the sickly jarring and swaying of the machine. I made a careful examination of the ground about the little lawn. The dinner and my conversational beginnings ended.D. one very hot morning--my fourth. and I was sensible of a peculiar unpleasant odour.so that the room was brilliantly illuminated.I dont think any one else had noticed his lameness.His glance flickered over our faces with a certain dull approval. its head held down in a peculiar manner.I heard the Editor say.save now and then a brighter circle flickering in the blue. about midway between the pedestal of the sphinx and the marks of my feet where. above the subsiding red of the fire.

 a very great comfort. come to think.He drained it. chinless faces and great. for the change from light to blackness made spots of colour swim before me.but indescribably frail.he said suddenly. by regarding it as a rigorous punishment of human selfishness.towards the garden door. On that theory they would have grown innumerable some Eight Hundred Thousand Years hence.Stepping out from behind my tree and looking back. It may be that the sun was hotter. All the time I ran I was saying to myself: "They have moved it a little.said the Provincial Mayor. every country on earth I should think.

 with a sudden shiver. and see the sunrise. My pockets had always puzzled Weena. They still possessed the earth on sufferance: since the Morlocks.It is simply this. the same splendid palaces and magnificent ruins.) What is more. and surrounded by an eddying mass of bright. Yet I could think of no other.I pressed the lever over to its extreme position. this last scramble. and ran along by the side of me.and thickness. And up the hill I thought I could see ghosts. and if they dont.

 my back was cramped. of course.At last I sat down on the summit of the hillock. perhaps half the prettier country is shut in against intrusion. I threw my iron bar away. and cast grotesque black shadows. Catching myself at that. in another minute I felt a tug at my coat. they fled incontinently. The science of our time has attacked but a little department of the field of human disease. but at the last she had concluded that they were an eccentric kind of vase for floral decoration. I have no doubt they found my second appearance strange enough. I felt a peculiar shrinking from those pallid bodies. I looked at the lawn again.The fact is.

 I remember wondering what large animal could have survived to furnish the red joint I saw. I sat down to watch the place. my interpretation was something in this way. A little rubbing of the limbs soon brought her round.I tried to call to them.with an air of impartiality. Upon the hill-side were some thirty or forty Morlocks. I suppose it was the unexpected nature of my loss that maddened me. too.Whats the game said the Journalist.said I. still motionless.have a real existenceFilby became pensive. It seemed odd how it floated into my mind: not stirred up as it were by the current of my meditations. Let me put my difficulties.

 I guessed.Ive lived eight days . however: that slow movement which is imperceptible in a hundred human lifetimes. at least. I began to feel over the parapet for the climbing hooks.One of these emerged in a pathway leading straight to the little lawn upon which I stood with my machine. Here and there out of the darkness round me the Morlocks eyes shone like carbuncles. I was differently constituted.Yes. It seemed to smile in mockery of my dismay. and so I was led past the sphinx of white marble. different in character from any I had hitherto seen.It was at ten oclock to day that the first of all Time Machines began its career. And on both these days I had the restless feeling of one who shirks an inevitable duty. at a later date.

 It may seem strange. upon the thick soft carpeting of dust.Possibly not.and so on. and I felt all the sensations of falling. When I realized this. in fact except along the river valley --showed how universal were its ramifications. Then. finding a pleasure in the mere touch of the contrivance. I mean that it had gone deeper and deeper into larger and ever larger underground factories. altogether. opened from within. So the Morlocks thought.said the Medical Man. but it must have been nearer eighteen.

 and then. as I stared about me. though on the whole they were the best preserved of all I saw.I thought. as I was watching some of the little people bathing in a shallow. Yet her distress when I left her was very great. I saw mankind housed in splendid shelters. Going towards the side I found what appeared to be sloping shelves.and a fourth. which the ant like Morlocks preserved and preyed upon probably saw to the breeding of. They were not even damp. The delicate little people must have heard me hammering in gusty outbreaks a mile away on either hand. are common features of nocturnal things-- witness the owl and the cat. Suddenly I halted spellbound. I saw the aperture.

 But that troubled me very little now.Really this is what is meant by the Fourth Dimension. I hoped to procure some means of fire. You are in for it now. and I struck no more of them. And the children seemed to my eyes to be but the miniatures of their parents.His glance flickered over our faces with a certain dull approval. I found it in a sealed jar.I must confess that my satisfaction with my first theories of an automatic civilization and a decadent humanity did not long endure. surmounted by a scorched hawthorn. I had been restless. and running to me.all the same. Two or three Morlocks came blundering into me. Then.

 that I gave no thought to the possibilities it presented. was gone. and even to clamber down into the darkness of the well appalled me. And in a state of physical balance and security.And on the heels of that came another thought. I dare say you will anticipate the shape of my theory; though.and there was that luxurious after-dinner atmosphere when thought roams gracefully free of the trammels of precision. discords in a refined and pleasant life. and again I failed. Very pleasant was their day.with his mouth full. some thought it was a jest and laughed at me.laughing. its head held down in a peculiar manner. And amid all these scintillating points of light one bright planet shone kindly and steadily like the face of an old friend.

 I found a far unlikelier substance.That.Remarkable Behaviour of an Eminent Scientist. was the name by which these creatures were called--I could imagine that the modification of the human type was even far more profound than among the "Eloi. like the others.however subtly conceived and however adroitly done. the complex organizations.had absolutely upset my nerve.As they made no effort to communicate with me.if it gets through a minute while we get through a second.While I was musing upon these things. Then I had to look down at the unstable hooks to which I clung.and looked round us. I associated them in some indefinite way with the white animal I had startled in my first passionate search for the Time Machine. one very hot morning--my fourth.