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@@ -37,16 +37,16 @@ CONTENTS Introduction -The Time Traveller (for so it will be convenient to speak of him) was -expounding a recondite matter to us. His pale grey eyes shone and -twinkled, and his usually pale face was flushed and animated. The fire -burnt brightly, and the soft radiance of the incandescent lights in the -lilies of silver caught the bubbles that flashed and passed in our -glasses. Our chairs, being his patents, embraced and caressed us rather -than submitted to be sat upon, and there was that luxurious -after-dinner atmosphere, when thought runs gracefully free of the -trammels of precision. And he put it to us in this way—marking the -points with a lean forefinger—as we sat and lazily admired his +The Time Traveller (for so it will be convenient to speak of him) +was expounding a recondite matter to us. His grey eyes shone and +twinkled, and his usually pale face was flushed and animated. The +fire burnt brightly, and the soft radiance of the incandescent +lights in the lilies of silver caught the bubbles that flashed and +passed in our glasses. Our chairs, being his patents, embraced and +caressed us rather than submitted to be sat upon, and there was that +luxurious after-dinner atmosphere, when thought runs gracefully free +of the trammels of precision. And he put it to us in this way—marking +the points with a lean forefinger—as we sat and lazily admired his earnestness over this new paradox (as we thought it) and his fecundity. “You must follow me carefully. I shall have to controvert one or two @@ -129,7 +129,7 @@ instance, here is a portrait of a man at eight years old, another at fifteen, another at seventeen, another at twenty-three, and so on. All these are evidently sections, as it were, Three-Dimensional representations of his Four-Dimensioned being, which is a fixed and -unalterable thing. +unalterable thing.” “Scientific people,” proceeded the Time Traveller, after the pause required for the proper assimilation of this, “know very well that Time @@ -144,7 +144,7 @@ line, therefore, we must conclude, was along the Time-Dimension.” “But,” said the Medical Man, staring hard at a coal in the fire, “if Time is really only a fourth dimension of Space, why is it, and why has it always been, regarded as something different? And why cannot we move -in Time as we move about in the other dimensions of Space?” +about in Time as we move about in the other dimensions of Space?” The Time Traveller smiled. “Are you so sure we can move freely in Space? Right and left we can go, backward and forward freely enough, @@ -262,20 +262,20 @@ anecdote collapsed. The thing the Time Traveller held in his hand was a glittering metallic framework, scarcely larger than a small clock, and very delicately made. There was ivory in it, and some transparent crystalline -substance. And now I must be explicit, for this that follows—unless his -explanation is to be accepted—is an absolutely unaccountable thing. He -took one of the small octagonal tables that were scattered about the -room, and set it in front of the fire, with two legs on the hearthrug. -On this table he placed the mechanism. Then he drew up a chair, and sat -down. The only other object on the table was a small shaded lamp, the -bright light of which fell upon the model. There were also perhaps a -dozen candles about, two in brass candlesticks upon the mantel and -several in sconces, so that the room was brilliantly illuminated. I sat -in a low arm-chair nearest the fire, and I drew this forward so as to -be almost between the Time Traveller and the fireplace. Filby sat -behind him, looking over his shoulder. The Medical Man and the -Provincial Mayor watched him in profile from the right, the -Psychologist from the left. The Very Young Man stood behind the +substance. And now I must be explicit, for this that follows—unless +his explanation is to be accepted—is an absolutely unaccountable +thing. He took one of the small octagonal tables that were scattered +about the room, and set it in front of the fire, with two legs on the +hearthrug. On this table he placed the mechanism. Then he drew up a +chair, and sat down. The only other object on the table was a small +shaded lamp, the bright light of which fell full upon the model. There +were also perhaps a dozen candles about, two in brass candlesticks upon +the mantel and several in sconces, so that the room was brilliantly +illuminated. I sat in a low arm-chair nearest the fire, and I drew +this forward so as to be almost between the Time Traveller and the +fireplace. Filby sat behind him, looking over his shoulder. The Medical +Man and the Provincial Mayor watched him in profile from the right, +the Psychologist from the left. The Very Young Man stood behind the Psychologist. We were all on the alert. It appears incredible to me that any kind of trick, however subtly conceived and however adroitly done, could have been played upon us under these conditions. @@ -364,7 +364,7 @@ think. _You_ can explain that. It’s presentation below the threshold, you know, diluted presentation.” “Of course,” said the Psychologist, and reassured us. “That’s a simple -point of psychology. I should have thought of it. It’s plain enough, +point in psychology. I should have thought of it. It’s plain enough, and helps the paradox delightfully. We cannot see it, nor can we appreciate this machine, any more than we can the spoke of a wheel spinning, or a bullet flying through the air. If it is travelling diff --git a/35-h/35-h.htm b/35-h/35-h.htm index 7fb1556..68004f8 100644 --- a/35-h/35-h.htm +++ b/35-h/35-h.htm @@ -1,7 +1,8 @@ <!DOCTYPE html> <html lang="en"> <head> -<meta charset="utf-8"><title>The Project Gutenberg eBook of The Time Machine, by H. G. Wells</title> +<meta charset="utf-8"> +<title>The Time Machine | Project Gutenberg</title> <link rel="coverpage" href="images/cover.jpg" > <style> @@ -41,6 +42,28 @@ a:link {color:blue; text-decoration:none} a:visited {color:blue; text-decoration:none} a:hover {color:red} +.h1, .h2, .h3, .h4, .h5,.h6 { + text-align: center; + display: block; + margin-left: 0; + margin-right: 0; + font-weight: bold; +} +.h1 { + font-size: 2em; + margin-top: 0.67em; + margin-bottom: 0.67em; +} +.h2 { + font-size: 1.5em; + margin-top: 0.83em; + margin-bottom: 0.83em; +} +.h3 { + font-size: 1.17em; + margin-top: 1em; + margin-bottom: 1em; +} </style> </head> @@ -56,13 +79,13 @@ a:hover {color:red} The Time Machine </h1> -<h3> +<div class="h3"> An Invention -</h3> +</div> -<h2> +<div class="h2"> by H. G. Wells -</h2> +</div> <hr > @@ -183,7 +206,7 @@ Introduction</h2> <p> The Time Traveller (for so it will be convenient to speak of him) was -expounding a recondite matter to us. His pale grey eyes shone and twinkled, and +expounding a recondite matter to us. His grey eyes shone and twinkled, and his usually pale face was flushed and animated. The fire burnt brightly, and the soft radiance of the incandescent lights in the lilies of silver caught the bubbles that flashed and passed in our glasses. Our chairs, @@ -305,7 +328,7 @@ geometry of Four Dimensions for some time. Some of my results are curious. For instance, here is a portrait of a man at eight years old, another at fifteen, another at seventeen, another at twenty-three, and so on. All these are evidently sections, as it were, Three-Dimensional representations -of his Four-Dimensioned being, which is a fixed and unalterable thing. +of his Four-Dimensioned being, which is a fixed and unalterable thing.” </p> <p> @@ -324,7 +347,7 @@ conclude, was along the Time-Dimension.” “But,” said the Medical Man, staring hard at a coal in the fire, “if Time is really only a fourth dimension of Space, why is it, and why has it always been, regarded as something different? And why cannot -we move in Time as we move about in the other dimensions of +we move about in Time as we move about in the other dimensions of Space?” </p> @@ -662,7 +685,7 @@ presentation.” <p> “Of course,” said the Psychologist, and reassured us. -“That’s a simple point of psychology. I should have thought of +“That’s a simple point in psychology. I should have thought of it. It’s plain enough, and helps the paradox delightfully. We cannot see it, nor can we appreciate this machine, any more than we can the spoke of a wheel spinning, or a bullet flying through the air. If it is @@ -2493,7 +2516,7 @@ thirty feet of it a deadly nausea came upon me. I had the greatest difficulty in keeping my hold. The last few yards was a frightful struggle against this faintness. Several times my head swam, and I felt all the sensations of falling. At last, however, I got over the well-mouth somehow, -and staggered out of the ruin into the blinding sunlight. I fell upon my +and staggered out of the ruin into the blinding sunlight. I fell full upon my face. Even the soil smelt sweet and clean. Then I remember Weena kissing my hands and ears, and the voices of others among the Eloi. Then, for a time, I was insensible. @@ -3898,7 +3921,3 @@ tenderness still lived on in the heart of man. <div>*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 35 ***</div> </body> </html> - - - - |