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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
away. 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
Carolingian 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 in part 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. They were
becoming reacquainted with Fear. And suddenly there came into my head the memory of
the meat I had seen in the Under-world. It seemed odd how it floated into my mind: not
stirred up as it were by the current of my meditations, but coming in almost like a
question from outside. I tried to recall the form of it. I had a vague sense of something
familiar, but I could not tell what it was at the time.
'Still, however helpless the little people in the presence of their mysterious Fear, I was
differently constituted. I came out of this age of ours, this ripe prime of the human race,
when Fear does not paralyse and mystery has lost its terrors. I at least would defend
myself. Without further delay I determined to make myself arms and a fastness where I
might sleep. With that refuge as a base, I could face this strange world with some of that