The time machine chapter 8. The Time Machine by H.G. Wells: Chapter 8 2022-10-23
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The Time Machine Chapter 8 Summary & Analysis
She always seemed to me, I fancy, more human than she was, perhaps because her affection was so human. With Weena's prompting, the TT notices that the gallery slopes downward into darkness. 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? Even my preoccupation about the Time Machine receded a little from my mind. What so natural, then, 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? I began to suspect their true import. Towards sunset I began to consider our position. 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. I still think it is the most plausible one.
He plans to pry open the pedestal with his lever. He decides that it has been put inside the pedestal of a nearby statue. Yet the sulphur hung in my mind, and set up a train of thinking. At any rate I did my best to display my appreciation of the gift. . Chapter 8 Arriving at the Palace of Green Porcelain, the Time Traveller discovers that it is a vast, dusty, deserted museum.
Up to this, I had refrained from forcing them, largely because of the mystery on the other side. But that troubled me very little now. What had happened to the Undergrounders I did not yet suspect; but, from what I had seen of the Morlocks—that, by the bye, 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,' the beautiful race that I already knew. After an instant's pause I followed it into the second heap of ruins. And the cases had in some instances been bodily removed - by the Morlocks as I judged. The air is very thin, and the only sign of life is a black blob with tentacles.
I did the same to hers. Another common element of the time travel story, or of any story where the hero travels to a fantastic place, is that some kind of violence or trouble forces him to leave quickly. Then the light burned my fingers and fell out of my hand, going out as it dropped, and when I had lit another the little monster had disappeared. To me, at least in my present circumstances, these would be vastly more interesting than this spectacle of old-time geology in decay. Here and there I found traces of the little people in the shape of rare fossils broken to pieces or threaded in strings upon reeds.
He explores galleries of minerals and mammals. First he must find weapons and a safe place to sleep. And here, yielding to an irresistible impulse, I wrote my name upon the nose of a steatite monster from South America that particularly took my fancy. As they near the woods again, they hear Morlocks beginning to stir behind them. But I could find no saltpeter; indeed, no nitrates of any kind.
When the Narrator arrives, he finds the M. I had in my possession a thing that was, perhaps, the best of all defences against the Morlocks—I had matches! In that, however, I was wrong. I had the camphor in my pocket, too, if a blaze were needed. This, again, was a question I deliberately put to myself, and my curiosity was at first entirely defeated upon the point. Suddenly I halted spellbound. As yet my iron crowbar was the most helpful thing I had chanced upon.
The tiled floor was thick with dust, and a remarkable array of miscellaneous objects was shrouded in the same grey covering. And up the hill I thought I could see ghosts. Only ragged vestiges of glass remained in its windows, and great sheets of the green facing had fallen away from the corroded metallic framework. The dawn was still indistinct, you must understand. In another place was a vast array of idols - Polynesian, Mexican, Grecian, Phoenician, every country on earth I should think. But now, with my growing knowledge, I felt very differently towards those bronze doors.
Also, because the hero has to leave quickly, he does not have time to fully explore the world or to bring back much evidence of his travels, lending the story a sense of mystery and ambiguous credibility. I discovered then, among other things, that these little people gathered into the great houses after dark, and slept in droves. Without these, it would be just a matter of time before the Morlocks got him. . It lay very high upon a turfy down, and looking north—eastward before I entered it, I was surprised to see a large estuary, or even creek, where I judged Wandsworth and Battersea must once have been. .
I felt—how shall I put it? Twice I fancied I saw a solitary white, ape-like creature running rather quickly up the hill, and once near the ruins I saw a leash of them carrying some dark body. He then travels thirty million years into the future. One corner I saw was charred and shattered; perhaps, I thought, by an explosion among the specimens. In the morning there was the getting of the Time Machine. Apparently this section had been devoted to natural history, but everything had long since passed out of recognition.
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