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addition I pushed my explorations here and there. Either I missed some subtle point or their language was
excessively simple--almost exclusively composed of concrete substantives and verbs. There seemed to be few,
if any, abstract terms, or little use of figurative language. Their sentences were usually simple and of two
words, and I failed to convey or understand any but the simplest propositions. I determined to put the thought
of my Time Machine and the mystery of the bronze doors under the sphinx as much as possible in a corner of
memory, until my growing knowledge would lead me back to them in a natural way. Yet a certain feeling, you
may understand, tethered me in a circle of a few miles round the point of my arrival.
`So far as I could see, all the world displayed the same exuberant richness as the Thames valley. From every
hill I climbed I saw the same abundance of splendid buildings, endlessly varied in material and style, the same
clustering thickets of evergreens, the same blossom-laden trees and tree-ferns. Here and there water shone like
silver, and beyond, the land rose into blue undulating hills, and so faded into the serenity of the sky. A
peculiar feature, which presently attracted my attention, was the presence of certain circular wells, several, as
it seemed to me, of a very great depth. One lay by the path up the hill, which I had followed during my first
walk. Like the others, it was rimmed with bronze, curiously wrought, and protected by a little cupola from the
rain. Sitting by the side of these wells, and peering down into the shafted darkness, I could see no gleam of
water, nor could I start any reflection with a lighted match. But in all of them I heard a certain sound: a
thud-thud-thud, like the beating of some big engine; and I discovered, from the flaring of my matches, that a
steady current of air set down the shafts. Further, I threw a scrap of paper into the throat of one, and, instead
of fluttering slowly down, it was at once sucked swiftly out of sight.
`After a time, too, I came to connect these wells with tall towers standing here and there upon the slopes; for
above them there was often just such a flicker in the air as one sees on a hot day above a sun-scorched beach.
Putting things together, I reached a strong suggestion of an extensive system of subterranean ventilation,
whose true import it was difficult to imagine. I was at first inclined to associate it with the sanitary apparatus
of these people. It was an obvious conclusion, but it was absolutely wrong.
`And here I must admit that I learned very little of drains and bells and modes of conveyance, and the like
conveniences, during my time in this real future. In some of these visions of Utopias and coming times which
I have read, there is a vast amount of detail about building, and social arrangements, and so forth. But while
such details are easy enough to obtain when the whole world is contained in one's imagination, they are
altogether inaccessible to a real traveller amid such realities as I found here. Conceive the tale of London
which a negro, fresh from Central Africa, would take back to his tribe! What would he know of railway
companies, of social movements, of telephone and telegraph wires, of the Parcels Delivery Company, and
postal orders and the like? Yet we, at least, should be willing enough to explain these things to him! And even
of what he knew, how much could he make his untravelled friend either apprehend or believe? Then, think
how narrow the gap between a negro and a white man of our own times, and how wide the interval between
myself and these of the Golden Age! I was sensible of much which was unseen, and which contributed to my
comfort; but save for a general impression of automatic organization, I fear I can convey very little of the
difference to your mind.
`In the matter of sepulchre, for instance, I could see no signs of crematoria nor anything suggestive of tombs.
But it occurred to me that, possibly, there might be cemeteries (or crematoria) somewhere beyond the range of
my explorings. This, again, was a question I deliberately put to myself, and my curiosity was at first entirely
defeated upon the point. The thing puzzled me, and I was led to make a further remark, which puzzled me still
more: that aged and infirm among this people there were none.
`I must confess that my satisfaction with my first theories of an automatic civilization and a decadent
humanity did not long endure. Yet I could think of no other. Let me put my difficulties. The several big
palaces I had explored were mere living places, great dining-halls and sleeping apartments. I could find no
machinery, no appliances of any kind. Yet these people were clothed in pleasant fabrics that must at times
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need renewal, and their sandals, though undecorated, were fairly complex specimens of metalwork. Somehow
such things must be made. And the little people displayed no vestige of a creative tendency. There were no
shops, no workshops, no sign of importations among them. They spent all their time in playing gently, in
bathing in the river, in making love in a half-playful fashion, in eating fruit and sleeping. I could not see how
things were kept going.
`Then, again, about the Time Machine: something, I knew not what, had taken it into the hollow pedestal of
the White Sphinx. Why? For the life of me I could not imagine. Those waterless wells, too, those flickering
pillars. I felt I lacked a clue. I felt--how shall I put it? Suppose you found an inscription, with sentences here
and there in excellent plain English, and interpolated therewith, others made up of words, of letters even,
absolutely unknown to you? Well, on the third day of my visit, that was how the world of Eight Hundred and
Two Thousand Seven Hundred and One presented itself to me!
`That day, too, I made a friend--of a sort. It happened that, as I was watching some of the little people bathing
in a shallow, one of them was seized with cramp and began drifting downstream. The main current ran rather
swiftly, but not too strongly for even a moderate swimmer. It will give you an idea, therefore, of the strange
deficiency in these creatures, when I tell you that none made the slightest attempt to rescue the weakly crying
little thing which was drowning before their eyes. When I realized this, I hurriedly slipped off my clothes,
and, wading in at a point lower down, I caught the poor mite and drew her safe to land. A little rubbing of the
limbs soon brought her round, and I had the satisfaction of seeing she was all right before I left her. I had got
to such a low estimate of her kind that I did not expect any gratitude from her. In that, however, I was wrong.
`This happened in the morning. In the afternoon I met my little woman, as I believe it was, as I was returning
towards my centre from an exploration, and she received me with cries of delight and presented me with a big
garland of flowers-- evidently made for me and me alone. The thing took my imagination. Very possibly I had
been feeling desolate. At any rate I did my best to display my appreciation of the gift. We were soon seated
together in a little stone arbour, engaged in conversation, chiefly of smiles. The creature's friendliness affected
me exactly as a child's might have done. We passed each other flowers, and she kissed my hands. I did the
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