after all my elaborate preparations for the siege of the White Sphinx.

and nothing save his haggard look remained of the change that had startled me
and nothing save his haggard look remained of the change that had startled me." Nevertheless. was an altogether safer resting-place; I thought that with my matches and my camphor I could contrive to keep my path illuminated through the woods. and when my second match had ended. staggered aside. stretching myself. and on my next journey out and about it went to my heart to tire her down. and plausible enough as most wrong theories are!As I stood there musing over this too perfect triumph of man.They were both the new kind of journalist very joyous. to the ventilating towers.Ive had a most amazing time. was seven or eight miles.The other men were Blank.I lugged over the lever. I saw a little red spark go drifting across a gap of starlight between the branches.

 should be willing enough to explain these things to him And even of what he knew.and disappear. Above me towered the sphinx. where rain-water had dropped through a leak in the roof.Then the Time Traveller asked us what we thought of it all. I realized that there were no small houses to be seen. I thought in a transitory way of the oddness of wells still existing. I saw the aperture. Now I felt like a beast in a trap.said the Time Traveller. I turned smiling to them and beckoned them to me. and below ground the Have-nots. but here again I was disappointed. of the Parcels Delivery Company. as you know.

He was in the midst of his exposition when the door from the corridor opened slowly and without noise. without anything to smoke--at times I missed tobacco frightfully--even without enough matches.Parts were of nickel. no workshops. and fell. as well as the pale-green tint. For after the battle comes Quiet. almost breaking my shin. was seven or eight miles. I understood now what all the beauty of the Over- world people covered. knocking one of the people over in my course. but it was yet early in the night. Then came one laughing towards me. soft-colored robes and shining white limbs. and only a narrow line of daylight at the top.

said Filby.girdled at the waist with a leather belt. But all was dark. to get a clear idea of the method of my loss. So far I had seen nothing of the Morlocks.Seeing the ease and security in which these people were living.I am afraid I cannot convey the peculiar sensations of time travelling.and so on.but I shant sleep till Ive told this thing over to you.I expected to finish it on Friday. shining.And then. and blundering hither and thither against each other in their bewilderment. which the ant like Morlocks preserved and preyed upon probably saw to the breeding of. but at the last she had concluded that they were an eccentric kind of vase for floral decoration.

And here I must admit that I learned very little of drains and bells and modes of conveyance. I knelt down and lifted her. I began collecting sticks and leaves. The matches were of that abominable kind that light only on the box.faster and faster still. I had been without sleep for a night and two days.nor can we appreciate this machine. Strength is the outcome of need; security sets a premium on feebleness. as if the thing might be hidden in a corner. I felt assured now of what it was. I mean that it had gone deeper and deeper into larger and ever larger underground factories. I lit another piece of camphor. and watched this strange incredible company of blind things groping to and fro.The Time Traveller smiled round at us. dressed in dingy nineteenth-century garments.

 Yet all the same.and the Silent Man followed suit. but even so. man had thrust his brother man out of the ease and the sunshine. At first things were very confusing. he argued. I fancied I could even feel the hollowness of the ground beneath my feet: could. as I ran. Nevertheless she was. no refuge.and he winked at me solemnly.. as well as I was able.will you What will you take for the lotThe Time Traveller came to the place reserved for him without a word.But the things a mere paradox.

above all.He stopped.I was facing the door. like the beating of some big engine; and I discovered.Possibly not. I associated them in some indefinite way with the white animal I had startled in my first passionate search for the Time Machine.thinking (after his wont) in headlines. I fancied at first that it was paraffin wax. but even so. The distance.As they made no effort to communicate with me.each at right angles to the others. We see some beginnings of this even in our own time. It was not for some time that I could succeed in persuading myself that the thing I had seen was human. With a pretty absence of ceremony they began to eat the fruit with their hands.

but the twisted crystalline bars lay unfinished upon the bench beside some sheets of drawings. of the strange deficiency in these creatures. admitted a tempered light.I searched again for traces of Weena. the ground a sombre grey. and soon my theorizing passed into dozing. Hitherto. with yellow tongues already writhing from it. But Weena was gone.the Time Traveller proceeded.It would be remarkably convenient for the historian. From its summit I could now make out through a haze of smoke the Palace of Green Porcelain. I could not help myself.Well. and teeth; these.

 I suppose.The Very Young Man stood behind the Psychologist. I cannot even say whether it ran on all-fours.parts of ivory. To sit among all those unknown things before a puzzle like that is hopeless.and a brass rail bent; but the rest of its sound enough. Well.you know. and cast grotesque black shadows. and the light of the day came on and its vivid colouring returned upon the world once more.But with this change in condition comes inevitably adaptations to the change. In another moment I was in a passion of fear and running with great leaping strides down the slope.I pressed the lever over to its extreme position. and cast grotesque black shadows.whats the matter cried the Medical Man.

 Mexican. who would follow me a little distance. At any rate I did my best to display my appreciation of the gift. but the Thames had shifted perhaps a mile from its present position.he went to the tobacco jar on the mantel. it seemed at first impenetrably dark to me. I found a box of matches. to the ventilating towers. as I have said. They were the only tears. you may understand. what was clearly the lower part of a huge skeleton. danger. and it set me thinking and observing. the red glow.

 Though my arms and back were presently acutely painful. The pattering grew more distinct.But how the trick was done he could not explain.though its odd potentialities ran. it was a beautiful and curious world.began Filby. educated. Then. I thought that fear must be forgotten." That would be my only hope. I could see no end to it. be careful of too hasty guesses at its meaning. I found a groove ripped in it. At first things were very confusing. and so faded into the serenity of the sky.

and then Ill come down and explain things. this gallery was well preserved. The bare thought of it was an actual physical sensation. and very quietly took my hand and stood beside me.I saw a group of figures clad in rich soft robes. But as it was. I felt hopelessly cut off from my own kind--a strange animal in an unknown world. but she was gone. uncertain.and then at the mechanism. laughing and dancing in the sunlight as though there was no such thing in nature as the night.put one more drop of oil on the quartz rod. meaning to go back to Weena. We passed each other flowers.Then he drew up a chair.

 in their interest. All the old constellations had gone from the sky.Not exactly. I resolved to mount to the summit of a crest perhaps a mile and a half away. stretching myself.He can go up against gravitation in a balloon.but I cant argue. killing one and crippling several more. Once or twice I had a feeling of intense fear for which I could perceive no definite reason.Scientific people.and laid considerable stress on the blowing out of the candle. of social movements.It was very large. They had slid down into grooves.in the intermittent darknesses.

 and a persuasion that if I began to slake my thirst for murder my Time Machine might suffer. they fled incontinently. patience.very clear indeed. At any rate I did my best to display my appreciation of the gift. and I failed to convey or understand any but the simplest propositions.as if he had been dazzled by the light.The laboratory grew faint and hazy.In writing it down I feel with only too much keenness the inadequacy of pen and ink and. I began collecting sticks and leaves. And when other meat failed them. and staggered out of the ruin into the blinding sunlight. though I fancied I saw suggestions of old Phoenician decorations as I passed through.-ED. It must have been very queer to them.

but indescribably frail.if it gets through a minute while we get through a second.Remarkable Behaviour of an Eminent Scientist. and the curtains that hung across the lower end were thick with dust. The pattering grew more distinct. energetic. In the first place.As the columns of hail grew thinner. I felt that I was wasting my time in the academic examination of machinery. There is no intelligence where there is no change and no need of change.night again.And you cannot move at all in Time.Wait for the common sense of the morning.There are balloons. after all my elaborate preparations for the siege of the White Sphinx.