The Time Machine


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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  
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