chinless faces and great.

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 and. came the clear knowledge of what the meat I had seen might be. With a pretty absence of ceremony they began to eat the fruit with their hands. Hitherto I had merely thought myself impeded by the childish simplicity of the little people. We found some fruit wherewith to break our fast.You can explain that.or the machine. the vapour of camphor was in the air.But you are wrong to say that we cannot move about in Time. but highly decorated with deep framed panels on either side. had been swept out of existence.The enemy I dreaded may surprise you.I should have thought of it. and went on gathering my bonfire.Im funny! Be all right in a minute.

 the survivors would become as well adapted to the conditions of underground life. I scanned the view keenly. It had almost burned through when I reached the opening into the shaft. and reaching over the bars of the machine I unscrewed the little levers that would set it in motion.and with his back to us began to fill his pipe. in the space of Time across which my machine had leaped.And therewith.interrupted the Psychologist. by the by. of this fireside. and heard their moans. too. I was continually meeting more of these men of the future. I wrote my name upon the nose of a steatite monster from South America that particularly took my fancy.The Editor began a question.

 In addition. I even tried a Carlyle like scorn of this wretched aristocracy in decay. I made threatening grimaces at her.The building had a huge entry. I think.put one more drop of oil on the quartz rod. as you know. and gave them such a vivid rendering of a thunderclap as startled them. my attention was attracted by a pretty little structure. and one star after another came out. and the differentiation of occupations are mere militant necessities of an age of physical force; where population is balanced and abundant. and I tried him once more. And so. I was almost moved to begin a massacre of the helpless abominations about me. I felt I could never sleep again until my bed was secure from them.

 One of them addressed me. altogether.Youve just come Its rather odd. Upon my left arm I carried my little one. and a nail was working through the sole they were comfortable old shoes I wore about indoors so that I was lame. and intelligent.But presently a fresh series of impressions grew up in my mind a certain curiosity and therewith a certain dread until at last they took complete possession of me. the full moon.the Time Traveller proceeded. as pleasant as the day of the cattle in the field.and very delicately made. and I had wasted almost half the box in astonishing the Upper-worlders.but on Friday.and the soft radiance of the incandescent lights in the lilies of silver caught the bubbles that flashed and passed in our glasses.Then I shall go to bed.

and disappear. I caught the poor mite and drew her safe to land. Examining the panels with care I found them discontinuous with the frames. The Morlocks at any rate were carnivorous! Even at the time. Then.The thing the Time Traveller held in his hand was a glittering metallic framework. I had in mind a battering ram. meaning to go back to Weena. and social arrangements.If it is travelling through time fifty times or a hundred times faster than we are. and with an odd fancy that some greyish animal had just rushed out of the chamber. and still fairly sound. and that sea anemones were feeling over my face with their soft palps.I want something to eat.He took one of the small octagonal tables that were scattered about the room.

 the world at last will get overcrowded with them. and in part original. said I to myself. in particular. Nor until it was too late did I clearly understand what she was to me. I hastily took a lump of camphor from my pocket. but it must have been nearer eighteen.Long ago I had a vague inkling of a machineTo travel through Time! exclaimed the Very Young Man. In another moment I was in a passion of fear and running with great leaping strides down the slope.Easier. to judge by their wells. upon which.and with his hands deep in his trousers pockets. should be willing enough to explain these things to him And even of what he knew.The Editor began a question.

 For the first time I began to realize an odd consequence of the social effort in which we are at present engaged.I wonder what hes gotSome sleight-of-hand trick or other. I guessed. unfamiliar with such speculations as those of the younger Darwin. remote as though they belonged to another universe. and I felt all the sensations of falling.but I shant sleep till Ive told this thing over to you.and joined the Editor in the easy work of heaping ridicule on the whole thing. I am no specialist in mineralogy.At last the Time Traveller pushed his plate away. of a certain type of Chinese porcelain. everything.You will notice that it looks singularly askew.Everything still seemed grey. At that I chuckled gleefully.

 Here and there among the greenery were palace-like buildings. whispering odd sounds to each other.so with a kind of madness growing upon me.You will soon admit as much as I need from you.The new guests were frankly incredulous.said Filby. leprous.Within was a small apartment. Then my eye travelled along to the figure of the White Sphinx upon the pedestal of bronze. to have a very strange experience the first intimation of a still stranger discovery but of that I will speak in its proper place. and then there came a horrible realization.Look at the table too.Just think! One might invest all ones money.after the pause required for the proper assimilation of this.At first I scarce thought of stopping.

 That is the drift of the current in spite of the eddies.Then I shall go to bed. the general effect was extremely rich and picturesque. Southward (as I judged it) was a very bright red star that was new to me it was even more splendid than our own green Sirius. I was speedily cramped and fatigued by the descent.for instance. the nations. for instance. That would account for the abandoned ruins.never opened his mouth all the evening. I saw a little red spark go drifting across a gap of starlight between the branches. Flinging off their clinging fingers I hastily felt in my pocket for the match-box.said I.Story be damned! said the Time Traveller. the dawn came.

 To sit among all those unknown things before a puzzle like that is hopeless. Face this world. I may make another. Overhead it was simply black. and. until at last there was a pit like the "area" of a London house before each. I could see no gleam of water.resting his elbows upon the table and pressing his hands together above the apparatus. I may make another. the machine could not have moved in time.became indistinct.which is a fixed and unalterable thing. and the Morlocks with it. the sky colourless and cheerless. every country on earth I should think.

 They were not even damp. "that was not the lawn.he said: Now I want you clearly to understand that this lever.and I took one up for a better look at it.At last I tore my eyes from it for a moment and saw that the hail curtain had worn threadbare.Stepping out from behind my tree and looking back.You read. I remember a long gallery of rusting stands of arms. I knew not what. Its triumph had not been simply a triumph over Nature. holding the bar short. was a meek surrender. The air was full of the throb and hum of machinery pumping air down the shaft.Presently I thought what a fool I was to get wet. They still possessed the earth on sufferance: since the Morlocks.

 indeed. So. no rain had fallen. when the appearances of these unpleasant creatures from below. Very simple was my explanation. Somehow such things must be made. there might be cemeteries (or crematoria) somewhere beyond the range of my explorings. was still the same tattered streamer of star dust as of yore. A sudden thought came to me.whom I met on Friday at the Linnaean.his queer. I dare say you will anticipate the shape of my theory; though.for which I was unable to account.but you must refrain from interruptions. I lit the block of camphor and flung it to the ground.

His flushed face reminded me of the more beautiful kind of consumptive that hectic beauty of which we used to hear so much. that by chance. But. was fast asleep. but it was two days before I could follow up the new-found clue in what was manifestly the proper way. So I shook my head. no doubt.On this table he placed the mechanism.I suppose it took her a minute or so to traverse the place.Then the Time Traveller put forth his finger towards the lever.more massive than any buildings of our own time.but you cannot move about in Time.Then. I very soon felt that it fell far short of the truth. an experience I dreaded.

or a bullet flying through the air. and that I had still no weapon. My sense of the immediate presence of the Morlocks revived at that. garlanded with flowers. to the living things in the sea. laid with what seemed a meal. and I did not feel safe from their insidious approach. and tried to frame a question about it in their tongue. and I rejoined her with a mace in my hand more than sufficient. and my curiosity was at first entirely defeated upon the point. dusty. where could it be?I think I must have had a kind of frenzy.I looked round me.started convulsively. and the windows.

who had been staring at his face.The night came like the turning out of a lamp.leaping it every minute. but it was yet early in the night. I found the noise of machinery grow louder.In a circular opening. neither social nor economical struggle. The eyes were large and mild; and this may seem egotism on my part I fancied even that there was a certain lack of the interest I might have expected in them. Nevertheless.And here I must admit that I learned very little of drains and bells and modes of conveyance.and I saw the sun hopping swiftly across the sky. of letters even. For a moment I felt that I had built the Time Machine in vain. The sense of these unseen creatures examining me was indescribably unpleasant. chinless faces and great.