The Time Machine - International World History Project

The Time MachineeBook brought to you byCreate, view, and edit PDF. Download the free trial version.flinging them upon me until I was almost smothered withblossom. You who have never seen the like can scarcelyimagine what delicate and wonderful flowers countlessyears of culture had created. Then someone suggested thattheir plaything should be exhibited in the nearest building,and so I was led past the sphinx of white marble, whichhad seemed to watch me all the while with a smile at myastonishment, towards a vast grey edifice of fretted stone.As I went with them the memory of my confidentanticipations of a profoundly grave and intellectualposterity came, with irresistible merriment, to my mind.‘The building had a huge entry, and was altogether ofcolossal dimensions. I was naturally most occupied withthe growing crowd of little people, and with the big openportals that yawned before me shadowy and mysterious.My general impression of the world I saw over their headswas a tangled waste of beautiful bushes and flowers, a longneglected and yet weedless garden. I saw a number of tallspikes of strange white flowers, measuring a foot perhapsacross the spread of the waxen petals. They grew scattered,as if wild, among the variegated shrubs, but, as I say, I didnot examine them closely at this time. The Time Machinewas left deserted on the turf among the rhododendrons.39 of 148