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I am no pro in mineralogy, and I went on down a ruinous path running corresponding to the principal corridor I had entered. Clearly this area had been dedicated to common history, however everything had since a long time ago dropped of acknowledgment. A couple of withered and darkened remnants of what had once been soft toys, parched mummies in containers that had once held soul, an earthy colored residue of left plants: that was all! I was upset for that, since I ought to have been happy to follow the patent corrections by which the triumph of enlivened nature had been achieved. At that point we went to an exhibition of just gigantic extents, yet independently poorly lit, its floor running descending at a slight edge from the end at which I entered. At stretches white globes swung from the roof – a large number of them split and crushed – which proposed that initially the spot had been falsely lit. Here I was more in my component, for ascending on either side of me were the enormous main part of huge machines, all significantly consumed and many separated, yet some still genuinely complete. You realize I have a specific soft spot for component, and I was slanted to wait among these; the more so with respect to the most part they had the enthusiasm of riddles, and I could make just the vaguest speculations at what they were really going after. I liked that on the off chance that I could tackle their riddles I should wind up possessing powers that may be useful against the Morlocks.

‘Abruptly Weena came extremely near my side. So out of nowhere that she alarmed me. Had it not been for her I don’t figure I ought to have seen that the floor of the display slanted by any stretch of the imagination. [Footnote: It might be, obviously, that the floor didn’t slant, however that the gallery was incorporated with the side of a slope.- ED.] The end I had come in at was very over the ground, and was lit by uncommon cut like windows. As you went down the length, the ground faced these windows, until finally there was a pit like the “region” of a London house before each, and just a tight line of light at the top. I went gradually along, perplexing about the machines, and had been excessively expectation upon them to see the slow decrease of the light, until Weena’s expanding misgivings drew my consideration. At that point I saw that the exhibition ran down finally into a thick dimness.