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IV `In another moment we were standing face to face, I and this fragile thing
out of futurity. He came straight up to me and laughed into my eyes. The absence
from his bearing of any sign of fear struck me at once. Then he turned to the
two others who were following him and spoke to them in a strange and very sweet
and liquid tongue. `There were others coming, and presently a little group of perhaps
eight or ten of these exquisite creatures were about me. One of them addressed
me. It came into my head, oddly enough, that my voice was too harsh and deep for
them. So I shook my head, and, pointing to my ears, shook it again. He came a
step forward, hesitated, and then touched my hand. Then I felt other soft little
tentacles upon my back and shoulders. They wanted to make sure I was real. There
was nothing in this at all alarming. Indeed, there was something in these pretty
little people that inspired confidence- a graceful gentleness, a certain
childlike ease. And besides, they looked so frail that I could fancy myself
flinging the whole dozen of them about like nine-pins. But I made a sudden
motion to warn them when I saw their little pink hands feeling at the Time
Machine. Happily then, when it was not too late, I thought of a danger I had
hitherto forgotten, and reaching over the bars of the
machine I unscrewed the little levers that would set it in motion, and
put these in my pocket. Then I turned again to see what I could do in the way of
communication. `And then, looking more nearly into their features, I saw some further
peculiarities in their Dresden-china type of prettiness. Their hair, which was
uniformly curly, came to a sharp end at the neck and cheek; there was not the
faintest suggestion of it on the face, and their ears were singularly minute.
The mouths were small, with bright red, rather thin lips, and the little chins
ran to a point. 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. `As they made no effort to communicate with me, but simply stood round me
smiling and speaking in soft cooing notes to each other, I began the
conversation. I pointed to the Time Machine and to myself. Then hesitating for a
moment how to express time, I pointed to the sun. At once a quaintly pretty
little figure in chequered purple and white followed my gesture, and then
astonished me by imitating the sound of thunder. `For a moment I was staggered, though the import of his gesture was plain
enough. The question had come into my mind abruptly: were these creatures fools?
You may hardly understand how it took me. You see I had always anticipated that
the people of the year Eight Hundred and Two Thousand odd would be incredibly in
front of us in knowledge, art, everything. 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, in fact, if I had come from the sun in a
thunderstorm! It let loose the judgment I had suspended upon their clothes,
their frail light limbs, and fragile features. A flow of disappointment rushed
across my mind. For a moment I felt that I had built the Time Machine in vain. `I nodded, pointed to the sun, and gave them such a vivid rendering of a
thunderclap as startled them. They all withdrew a pace or so and bowed. Then
came one laughing towards me, carrying a chain of beautiful flowers altogether
new to me, and put it about my neck. The idea was received with melodious
applause; and presently they were all running to and fro for flowers, and
laughingly flinging them upon me until I was almost smothered with blossom. You
who have never seen the like can scarcely imagine what delicate and wonderful
flowers countless years of culture had created. Then someone suggested that
their plaything should be exhibited in the nearest building, and so I was led
past the sphinx of white marble, which had seemed to watch me all the while with
a smile at my astonishment, towards a vast grey edifice of fretted stone. As I
went with them the memory of my confident anticipations of a profoundly grave
and intellectual posterity came, with irresistible merriment, to my mind. `The building had a huge entry, and was altogether of colossal dimensions. I
was naturally most occupied with the growing crowd of little people, and with
the big open portals that yawned before me shadowy and mysterious. My general
impression of the world I saw over their heads was a tangled waste of beautiful
bushes and flowers, a long neglected and yet weedless garden. I saw a number of
tall spikes of strange white flowers, measuring a foot perhaps across the spread
of the waxen petals. They grew scattered, as if wild, among the variegated
shrubs, but, as I say, I did not examine them closely at this time. The Time
Machine was left deserted on the turf among the rhododendrons. `The arch of the doorway was richly carved, but naturally I did not observe
the carving very narrowly, though I fancied I saw suggestions of old Phoenician
decorations as I passed through, and it struck me that they were very badly
broken and weather- worn. Several more brightly clad people met me in the
doorway, and so we entered, I,
dressed in dingy nineteenth-century garments, looking grotesque enough,
garlanded with flowers, and surrounded by an eddying mass of bright,
soft-colored robes and shining white limbs, in a melodious whirl of laughter and
laughing speech. `The big doorway opened into a proportionately great hall hung with brown.
The roof was in shadow, and the windows, partially glazed with coloured glass
and partially unglazed, admitted a tempered light. The floor was made up of huge
blocks of some very hard white metal, not plates nor slabs- blocks, and it was
so much worn, as I judged by the
going to and fro of past generations, as to be deeply channelled along the more
frequented ways. Transverse to the length were innumerable tables made of slabs
of polished stone, raised perhaps a foot from the floor, and upon these were
heaps of fruits. Some I recognized as a kind of hypertrophied raspberry and
range, but for the most part they were strange. `Between the tables was scattered a great number of cushions. Upon these my
conductors seated themselves, signing for me to do likewise. With a pretty
absence of ceremony they began to eat the fruit with their hands, flinging peel
and stalks, and so forth, into the round openings in the sides of the tables. I
was not loath to follow their example, for I felt thirsty and hungry. As I did
so I surveyed the hall at my leisure. `And perhaps the thing that struck me most was its dilapidated look. The
stained-glass windows, which displayed only a geometrical pattern, were broken
in many places, and the curtains that hung across the lower end were thick with
dust. And it caught my eye that the corner of the marble table near me was
fractured. Nevertheless, the
general effect was extremely rich and picturesque. There were, perhaps, a couple
of hundred people dining in the hall, and most of them, seated as near to me as
they could come, were watching me with interest, their little eyes shining over
the fruit they were eating. All were clad in the same soft and yet strong, silky
material. `Fruit, by the by, was all their diet. These people of the remote future were
strict vegetarians, and while I was with them ,in spite of some carnal cravings,
I had to be frugivorous also.
Indeed, I found afterwards that horses, cattle, sheep, dogs, had followed the
Ichthyosaurus into extinction. But the fruits were very delightful; one, in
particular, that seemed to be in season all the time I was there- a floury thing
in a three-sided husk - was especially good, and I made it my staple. At first I
was puzzled by all these strange fruits, and by the strange flowers I saw, but
later I began to perceive their import. `However, I am telling you of my fruit dinner in the distant future now. So
soon as my appetite was a little checked, I determined to make a resolute
attempt to learn the speech of
these new men of mine. Clearly that was the next thing to do. The fruits seemed
a convenient thing to begin upon, and holding one of these up I began a series
of interrogative sounds and gestures. I had some considerable difficulty in
conveying my meaning. At first my efforts met with a stare of surprise or
inextinguishable laughter, but presently a fair-haired little seemed to grasp my
intention and repeated a name. They had to chatter and explain the business at
great length to each other, and my
first attempts to make the exquisite little sounds of their language caused an
immense amount of amusement. However, I felt like a schoolmaster amidst
children, and persisted, and presently I had a score of noun substantives at
least at my command; and then I got to demonstrative pronouns, and even the verb
"to eat." But it was slow work, and the little people soon tired and
wanted to get away from my interrogations, so I determined, rather of necessity,
to let them give their lessons in
little doses when they felt inclined. And very little doses I found they were
before long, for I never met people more indolent or more easily fatigued. `A queer thing I soon discovered about my little hosts, and that was their
lack of interest. They would come to me with eager cries of astonishment, like
children, but like children they would soon stop examining me and wander away
after some other toy. The dinner and my conversational beginnings ended, I noted
for the first time that almost all those who had surrounded me at first were
gone. It is odd, too, how speedily I came to disregard these little people. I
went out through the portal into the sunlit world again as soon as my hunger was
satisfied. I was continually meeting more of these men of the future, who would
follow me a little distance, chatter and laugh about me, and, having smiled and
gesticulated in a friendly way, leave me again to my own devices. `The calm of evening was upon the world as I emerged from the great
hall, and the scene was lit by the warm glow of the setting sun. At first things
were very confusing. Everything was
so entirely different from the world I had known- even the flowers. The big
building I had left was situated on the slope of a broad river valley, but the
Thames had shifted perhaps a mile from its present position. I resolved to mount
to the summit of a crest perhaps a mile and a half away, from which I could get
a wider view of this our planet in the year Eight Hundred and Two Thousand Seven
Hundred and One A.D. For that, I should explain, was the date the little dials
of my machine recorded. `As I walked I was watching for every impression that could possibly help to
explain the condition of ruinous splendour in which I found the world- for
ruinous it was. A little way up the hill, for instance, was a great heap of
granite, bound together by masses of aluminium, a vast labyrinth of precipitous
walls and crumpled heaps, amidst which were thick heaps of very beautiful
pagoda-like plants- nettles possibly- but wonderfully tinted with brown about
the leaves, and incapable of stinging. It was evidently the derelict remains of
some vast structure, to what end built I could not determine. It was here that I
was destined, at a later date, to have a very strange
experience—the first intimation of a still stranger discovery- but of that I
will speak in its proper place. `Looking round with a sudden thought, from a terrace on which I rested for a
while, I realized that there were no small houses to be seen. Apparently the
single house, and possibly even the household, had vanished. Here and there
among the greenery were palace-like buildings, but the house and the cottage,
which form such characteristic features of our own English landscape, had
disappeared. `"Communism," said I to myself. `And on the heels of that came another thought. I looked at the
half-dozen little figures that were following me. Then, in a flash, I perceived
that all had the same form of costume, the same soft hairless visage, and the
same girlish rotundity of limb. It may seem strange, perhaps, that I had not
noticed this before. But everything was so strange. Now, I saw the fact plainly
enough. In costume, and in all the differences of texture and bearing that now
mark off the sexes from each other, these people of the future were alike. And
the children seemed to my eyes to be but the miniatures of their parents. I
judged, then, that the children of that time were extremely precocious,
physically at least, and I found afterwards abundant verification of my opinion.
`Seeing the ease and security in which these people were living, I felt that
this close resemblance of the sexes was after all what one would expect; for the
strength of an and the
softness of a woman, the institution of the family, and the differentiation of
occupations are mere militant necessities of an age of physical force; where
population is balanced and abundant, much childbearing becomes an evil rather
than a blessing to the State; where violence comes but rarely and off-spring are
secure, there is less necessity- indeed there is no necessity- for an efficient
family, and the specialization of the sexes with reference to their children's
needs disappears. We see some
beginnings of this even in our own time, and in this future age it was complete.
This, I must remind you, was my speculation at the time. Later, I was to
appreciate how far it fell short of the reality. `While I was musing upon these things, my attention was attracted by a pretty
little structure, like a well under a cupola. I thought in a transitory way of
the oddness if wells still existing, and then resumed the thread of my
speculations. There were no large buildings towards the top of the hill, and as
my walking powers were evidently miraculous, I was presently left alone for the
first time. With a strange sense of freedom and adventure I pushed on up to the
crest. `There I found a seat of some yellow metal that I did not recognize, corroded
in places with a kind of pinkish rust and half smothered in soft moss, the
arm-rests cast and filed into the
resemblance of griffins' heads. I sat down on it, and I surveyed the broad view
of our old world under the sunset of that long day. It was as sweet and fair a
view as I have ever seen. The sun had already gone below the horizon and the
west was flaming gold, touched with some horizontal bars of purple and crimson.
Below was the valley of the Thames, in which the river lay like a band of
burnished steel. I have already spoken of the great palaces dotted about among
the variegated greenery, some in ruins and some still occupied. Here and there
rose a white or silvery figure in the waste garden of the earth, here and there
came the sharp vertical line of some cupola or obelisk. There were no hedges, no
signs of proprietary rights, no evidences of agriculture; the whole earth had
become a garden. `So watching, I began to put my interpretation upon the things I had
seen, and as it shaped itself to me that evening, my interpretation was
something in this way. Afterwards I
found I had got only a half-truth- or only a glimpse of one facet of the truth.) `It seemed to me that I had happened upon humanity upon the wane. The ruddy
sunset set me thinking of the sunset of mankind. For the first time I began to
realize an odd consequence of the social effort in which we are at present
engaged. And yet, come to think, it is a logical consequence enough. Strength is
the outcome of need; security sets a premium on feebleness. The work of
ameliorating the conditions of life- the true civilizing process that makes life
more and more secure- had gone steadily on to a climax. One triumph of a united
humanity over Nature had followed another. Things that are now mere dreams had
become projects deliberately put in hand and carried forward. And the harvest
was what I saw! `After all, the sanitation and the agriculture of to-day are still in the
rudimentary stage. The science of our time has attacked but a little department
of the field of human disease, but even so, it spreads its operations very
steadily and persistently. Our agriculture and horticulture destroy a weed just
here and there and cultivate perhaps a score or so of wholesome plants, leaving
the greater number to fight out a balance as they can. We improve our favourite
plants and animals - and how few they are- gradually by selective breeding; now
a new and better peach, now a seedless grape, now a sweeter and larger flower,
now a more convenient breed of cattle. We improve them gradually, because our
ideals are vague and tentative, and our knowledge is very limited; because
Nature, too, is shy and slow in our clumsy hands. Some day all this will be
better organized, and still better. That is the drift of the current in spite of
the eddies. The whole world will be intelligent, educated, and co-operating;
things will move faster and faster towards the subjugation of Nature. In the
end, wisely and carefully we shall readjust the balance of animal and vegetable
me to suit our human needs. `This adjustment, I say, must have been done, and done well; done indeed for
all Time, in the space of Time across which my machine had leaped. The air was
free from gnats, the earth from weeds or fungi; everywhere were fruits and sweet
and delightful flowers; brilliant butterflies flew hither and thither. The ideal
of preventive medicine was attained. Diseases had been stamped out. I saw no
evidence of any contagious diseases during all my stay. And I shall have to tell
you later hat even the processes of
putrefaction and decay had been profoundly affected by these changes. `Social triumphs, too, had been effected. I saw mankind housed in
splendid shelters, gloriously clothed, and as yet I had found them engaged in no
toil. There were no signs of
struggle, neither social nor economical struggle. The shop, the advertisement,
traffic, all that commerce which constitutes the body of our world, was gone. It
was natural on that golden evening that I should jump at the idea of a social
paradise. The difficulty of increasing population had been met, I guessed, and
population had ceased to increase. `But with this change in condition comes inevitably adaptations to the
change. What, unless biological science is a mass of errors, is the cause of
human intelligence and vigour?
Hardship and freedom: conditions under which the active, strong, and subtle
survive and the weaker go to the wall; conditions that put a premium upon the
loyal alliance of capable men, upon self-restraint, patience, and decision. And
the institution of the family, and the emotions that arise therein, the fierce
jealousy, the tenderness for offspring, parental self-devotion, all found their
justification and support in the imminent dangers of the young. NOW, where are
these imminent dangers? There is a sentiment arising, and it will grow, against
connubial jealousy, against fierce maternity, against passion of all sorts;
unnecessary things now, and things that make us uncomfortable, savage survivals,
discords in a refined and pleasant life. `I thought of the physical slightness of the people, their lack of
intelligence, and those big abundant ruins, and it strengthened my belief in a
perfect conquest of nature. For
after the battle comes Quiet. Humanity had been strong, energetic, and
intelligent, and had used all its abundant vitality to alter the conditions
under which it lived. And now came the reaction of the altered conditions. `Under the new conditions of perfect comfort and security, that restless
energy, that with us is strength, would become weakness. Even in our own time
certain tendencies and desires,
once necessary to survival, are a constant source of failure. Physical courage
and the love of battle, for instance, are no great help- may even be hindrances-
to a civilized man. And in a state of physical balance and security, power,
intellectual as well as physical, would be out of place. For countless years I
judged there had been no danger of war or solitary violence, no danger from wild
beasts, no wasting disease to require strength of constitution, no need of toil.
For such a life, what we should call the weak are as well equipped as the
strong, are indeed no longer weak. Better equipped indeed they are, for the
strong would be fretted by an energy for which there was no outlet. No doubt the
exquisite beauty of the buildings I saw was the outcome of the last surgings of
the now purposeless energy of mankind before it settled down into perfect
harmony with the conditions under which it lived- the flourish of that triumph
which began the last great peace. This has ever been the fate of energy in
security; it takes to art and to eroticism, and then come languor and decay. `Even this artistic impetus would at last die away - had almost died in the
Time I saw. To adorn themselves with flowers, to dance, to sing in the sunlight:
so much as left
of the artistic spirit, and no more. Even that would fade in the end into a
contented inactivity. We are kept keen on the grindstone of pain and necessity,
and, it seemed to me, that here was that hateful grindstone broken at last! |