The Time Machine - Fourmilab

← Back to document page

The time Machineby H. G. Wells18952Contents1521131541952763974384 9955106111651269Epilogue7334CONTENTSChap ter 1The time Traveller (for so it will be convenient to speak of him) was expoundinga recondite matter to us. His grey eyes shone and twinkled, and his usually paleface was flushed and animated. The fire burned brightly, and the soft radiance ofthe incandescent lights in the lilies of silver caught the bubbles that flashed andpassed in our glasses. Our chairs, being his patents, embraced and caressed usrather than submitted to be sat upon, and there was that luxurious after-dinneratmosphere when thought runs gracefully free of the trammels of precision. Andhe put it to us in this way marking the points with a lean forefinger as wesat and lazily admired his earnestness over this new paradox (as we thought it)and his fecundity.

having three dimensions, which one may call Length, Breadth, and Thickness, and is always de nable by reference to three planes, each at right angles to the others. But some philosophical people have been asking why three dimensions ... ‘Of all the wild extravagant theories!’ began the Psychologist. ‘Yes, so it seemed to me, and so I ...

  Call, Time, Machine, Wild, The time machine