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‘NOW, INDEED, I seemed in a worse case than before. Hitherto,
except during my night’s anguish at the loss of the Time Machine, I
had felt a sustaining hope of ultimate escape, but that hope was
staggered by these new discoveries.

Hitherto I had merely thought myself impeded by the childish
simplicity of the little people, and by some unknown forces which I
had only to understand to overcome; but there was an altogether
new element in the sickening quality of the Morlocks-a something
inhuman and malign. Instinctively I loathed them. Before, I had felt
as a man might feel who had fallen into a pit: my concern was with
the pit and how to get out of it. Now I felt like a beast in a trap,
whose enemy would come upon him soon.

‘The enemy I dreaded may surprise you. It was the darkness of the
new moon. Weena had put this into my head by some at first
incomprehensible remarks about the Dark Nights. It was not now
such a very difficult problem to guess what the coming Dark
Nights might mean. The moon was on the wane: each night there
was a longer interval of darkness. And I now understood to some
slight degree at least the reason of the fear of the little Upper-world
people for the dark. I wondered vaguely what foul villainy it might
be that the Morlocks did under the new moon. I felt pretty sure
now that my second hypothesis was all wrong. The Upper-world
people might once have been the favoured aristocracy, and the
Morlocks their mechanical servants: but that had long since passed

The two species that had resulted from the evolution of man were
sliding down towards, or had already arrived at, an altogether new
relationship. The Eloi, like the Carlovingian kings, had decayed to
a mere beautiful futility. They still possessed the earth on
sufferance: since the Morlocks, subterranean for innumerable
generations, had come at last to find the daylit surface intolerable.
And the Morlocks made their garments, I inferred, and maintained
them in their habitual needs, perhaps through the survival of an
old habit of service. They did it as a standing horse paws with his
foot, or as a man enjoys killing animals in sport: because ancient
and departed necessities had impressed it on the organism. But,
clearly, the old order was already reversed. The Nemesis of the
delicate ones was creeping on apace. Ages ago, thousands of
generations ago, man had thrust his brother man out of the ease
and the sunshine. And now that brother was coming back-
changed! Already the Eloi had begun to learn one old lesson anew.
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