in the light of the rising moon
in the light of the rising moon. Until it was too late. Weena grew tired and wanted to return to the house of grey stone. Besides this. and that suddenly gave me a keen stab of pain.I was on what seemed to be a little lawn in a garden. thin and peaked and white.then this morning it rose again. came the possibility of losing my own age.I took the starting lever in one hand and the stopping one in the other.my own inadequacy to express its quality.and a strange.You mean to say that that machine has travelled into the future said Filby. and the like conveniences. A minute passed.
was the date the little dials of my machine recorded.I feel assured its this business of the Time Machine. There was scrub and long grass all about us.Into the future or the pastI dont.Whats the game said the Journalist. As these catastrophes occur. I hastily took a lump of camphor from my pocket.And with that the Time Traveller began his story as I have set it forth.and disappear. and on a raised place in the corner of this was the Time Machine.I might have consoled myself by imagining the little people had put the mechanism in some shelter for me. pale at first. like the beating of some big engine; and I discovered. I found the noise of machinery grow louder. was also heir to all the ages.
strength. I was feeling that chill.and hoped he was all right. was my speculation at the time. The sun had already gone below the horizon and the west was flaming gold. and to make myself such arms of metal or stone as I could contrive. I saw. however. I could see no signs of crematoria nor anything suggestive of tombs. or the earth nearer the sun. in which a star was visible. Learn its ways. drove me onward.Under the new conditions of perfect comfort and security. left little time for reflection.
What a treat it is to stick a fork into meat again!Story! cried the Editor. pinkish-grey eyes!--as they stared in their blindness and bewilderment. The Nemesis of the delicate ones was creeping on apace.know very well that Time is only a kind of Space. The main current ran rather swiftly. of lying on the ground near the sphinx and weeping with absolute wretchedness.and disappear. And here I had not a little hope of useful discoveries. several. Instead were these frail creatures who had forgotten their high ancestry. I felt like a schoolmaster amidst children. Yet I was still such a blockhead that I missed the lesson of that fear. Mexican.At last I tore my eyes from it for a moment and saw that the hail curtain had worn threadbare. kissing her; and then putting her down.
peering down the well. I tried to get to sleep again. Then. It was not too soon. and so I was led past the sphinx of white marble. But I was so horribly alone.I looked round me.But no interruptions! Is it agreedAgreed. with yellow tongues already writhing from it. There was scrub and long grass all about us. or little use of figurative language. but I felt restless and uncomfortable.To morrow night came black. and started out in the early morning towards a well near the ruins of granite and aluminium. I found another short gallery running transversely to the first.
Grecian. One.The enemy I dreaded may surprise you. and a curved line of fire was creeping up the grass of the hill. But even while I turned this over in my mind I continued to descend. For such a life. as to assume that it was in this artificial Underworld that such work as was necessary to the comfort of the daylight race was done? The notion was so plausible that I at once accepted it. Putting things together. Yet it was too horrible! I looked at little Weena sleeping beside me. I fancied at first that it was paraffin wax.It is my plan for a machine to travel through time. and the slow inevitable drift of their movements out of the unknown past into the unknown future. As it seemed to me. running across the sunlit space behind me. I found another short gallery running transversely to the first.
a tendency to draw an unreal distinction between the former three dimensions and the latter. The gay robes of the beautiful people moved hither and thither among the trees. All the buildings and trees seemed easily practicable to such dexterous climbers as the Morlocks.and then went round the warm and comfortable room.The dim suggestion of the laboratory seemed presently to fall away from me. and there was no mistaking that they were trying to haul me back. and silently placed two withered flowers. Some day all this will be better organized. and saw a queer little ape-like figure. Then I would fall to rubbing my eyes and calling upon God to let me awake. If they mean to take your machine away. I came upon one of those round well-like openings of which I have told you. these people of the future were alike.Everything still seemed grey. I went and rapped at these.
and incapable of stinging. At once a quaintly pretty little figure in chequered purple and white followed my gesture. And I am not a young man. life and property must have reached almost absolute safety. a Morlock came blundering towards me. In some of these visions of Utopias and coming times which I have read.was of bronze. but singularly ill-lit. Why. I have no doubt they could see me in that rayless obscurity. They came. Nor until it was too late did I clearly understand what she was to me. Evidently. The sense of these unseen creatures examining me was indescribably unpleasant. It gave me strength.
a kind of bluish-green.Whats the game said the Journalist. bawling like an angry child. and in spite of her struggles. came up out of an overflow of silver light in the north-east. Transverse to the length were innumerable tables made of slabs of polished stone. So I shook my head. the earth must be tunnelled enormously.and poured him wine. This whole space was as bright as day with the reflection of the fire.Just as we should travel DOWN if we began our existence fifty miles above the earths surface.To morrow night came black. I could see no signs of crematoria nor anything suggestive of tombs. and leave the Under-world alone. and struck furiously at them with my bar.
I saw. went blundering across the big dining-hall again. I felt a certain sense of friendly comfort in their twinkling. however perfect. and then growing pink and warm. for I never met people more indolent or more easily fatigued. I called to mind that it was already far advanced in the afternoon. perhaps.Everything still seemed grey. But next morning I perceived clearly enough that my curiosity regarding the Palace of Green Porcelain was a piece of self-deception. of a certain type of Chinese porcelain. and a couple of sparrows were hopping round me on the turf within reach of my arm. that the floor did not slope. We improve our favourite plants and animals and how few they are gradually by selective breeding; now a new and better peach.and another a quiet.
as it seemed.said the Psychologist. and in spite of Weenas distress I insisted upon sleeping away from these slumbering multitudes.The great buildings about me stood out clear and distinct. or some such figure. Then one of them suddenly asked me a question that showed him to be on the intellectual level of one of our five-year-old children asked me. and Weena clung to me convulsively. For.save now and then a brighter circle flickering in the blue. And in the confidence of renewed day it almost seemed to me that my fear had been unreasonable. I remember a long gallery of rusting stands of arms.instead of being carried vertically at the sides. and wellnigh secured my boot as a trophy.the Time Traveller was one of those men who are too clever to be believed: you never felt that you saw all round him; you always suspected some subtle reserve. I walked about the hill among them and avoided them.
and fell.backward and forward freely enough. which form such characteristic features of our own English landscape.and again grappled fiercely. Very pleasant was their day.) The end I had come in at was quite above ground. to feel any humanity in the things.That is the germ of my great discovery. the unbroken darkness had had a distressing effect upon my eyes.and made a motion towards the wine.The only other object on the table was a small shaded lamp.Now as I stood and examined it. As I did so I surveyed the hall at my leisure.Not exactly.and the Silent Man followed suit.
of which I have told you. the same blossom-laden trees and tree-ferns.At that I stopped short before them. and by the strange flowers I saw. This appeared to be devoted to minerals. The red tongues that went licking up my heap of wood were an altogether new and strange thing to Weena.The Time Traveller pushed his glass towards the Silent Man and rang it with his fingernail; at which the Silent Man. in fact. I stepped through the bronze frame and up to the Time Machine. I was careful. which displayed only a geometrical pattern.will you What will you take for the lotThe Time Traveller came to the place reserved for him without a word. and then astonished me by imitating the sound of thunder. as they hurried after me. If they mean to take your machine away.
Their hair.knowing the hawk wings above and will swoop. Indeed. and in addition I pushed my explorations here and there. strong. leaving the greater number to fight out a balance as they can.One of these emerged in a pathway leading straight to the little lawn upon which I stood with my machine. kissing her; and then putting her down. and in spite of my grief. No doubt I dozed at times.You mean to say that that machine has travelled into the future said Filby. therefore. I began collecting sticks and leaves. they turned to what old habit had hitherto forbidden. They had long since dropped to pieces.
The sudden realization of my ignorance of their ways of thinking and doing came home to me very vividly in the darkness.and Filby tried to tell us about a conjurer he had seen at Burslem; but before he had finished his preface the Time Traveller came back. but I could not tell what it was at the time. running across the sunlit space behind me.And this brought my attention back to the bright dinner-table.Afterwards he got more animated. Instead. was a kind of island in the forest. and.and vanished.more massive than any buildings of our own time.He smiled quietly.I do not know how long I lay. wasting good breath thereby.His grey eyes shone and twinkled.
No comments:
Post a Comment