The Time Machine — EN

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When the Night Came

“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 gen­er­a­tions, had come at last to find the daylit sur­face. 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 con­fi­dence I had lost in real­iz­ing to what crea­tures night by night I lay exposed. I felt I could nev­er sleep again until my bed was secure from them. I shud­dered with hor­ror to think how they must already have exam­ined me.

“I wan­dered dur­ing the after­noon along the val­ley of the Thames, but found noth­ing that com­mend­ed itself to my mind as inac­ces­si­ble. All the build­ings and trees seemed eas­i­ly prac­ti­ca­ble to such dex­ter­ous climbers as the Mor­locks, to judge by their wells, must be. Then the tall pin­na­cles of the Palace of Green Porce­lain and the pol­ished gleam of its walls came back to my mem­o­ry; and in the evening, tak­ing Weena like a child upon my shoul­der, I went up the hills towards the south-west. The dis­tance, I had reck­oned, was sev­en or eight miles, but it must have been near­er eigh­teen. I had first seen the place on a moist after­noon when dis­tances are decep­tive­ly dimin­ished. In addi­tion, the heel of one of my shoes was loose, and a nail was work­ing through the sole – they were com­fort­able old shoes I wore about indoors – so that I was lame. And it was already long past sun­set when I came in sight of the palace, sil­hou­et­ted black against the pale yel­low of the sky.

“Weena had been huge­ly delight­ed when I began to car­ry her, but after a while she desired me to let her down, and ran along by the side of me, occa­sion­al­ly dart­ing off on either hand to pick flow­ers to stick in my pock­ets. My pock­ets had always puz­zled Weena, but at the last she had con­clud­ed that they were an eccen­tric kind of vase for flo­ral dec­o­ra­tion. At least she uti­lized them for that pur­pose. And that reminds me! In chang­ing my jack­et I found…”

The Time Trav­eller paused, put his hand into his pock­et, and silent­ly placed two with­ered flow­ers, not unlike very large white mal­lows, upon the lit­tle table. Then he resumed his nar­ra­tive.

“As the hush of evening crept over the world and we pro­ceed­ed over the hill crest towards Wim­ble­don, Weena grew tired and want­ed to return to the house of grey stone. But I point­ed out the dis­tant pin­na­cles of the Palace of Green Porce­lain to her, and con­trived to make her under­stand that we were seek­ing a refuge there from her Fear. You know that great pause that comes upon things before the dusk? Even the breeze stops in the trees. To me there is always an air of expec­ta­tion about that evening still­ness. The sky was clear, remote, and emp­ty save for a few hor­i­zon­tal bars far down in the sun­set. Well, that night the expec­ta­tion took the colour of my fears. In that dark­ling calm my sens­es seemed preter­nat­u­ral­ly sharp­ened. I fan­cied I could even feel the hol­low­ness of the ground beneath my feet: could, indeed, almost see through it the Mor­locks on their ant-hill going hith­er and thith­er and wait­ing for the dark. In my excite­ment I fan­cied that they would receive my inva­sion of their bur­rows as a dec­la­ra­tion of war. And why had they tak­en my Time Machine?

“So we went on in the qui­et, and the twi­light deep­ened into night. The clear blue of the dis­tance fad­ed, and one star after anoth­er came out. The ground grew dim and the trees black. Weena’s fears and her fatigue grew upon her. I took her in my arms and talked to her and caressed her. Then, as the dark­ness grew deep­er, she put her arms round my neck, and, clos­ing her eyes, tight­ly pressed her face against my shoul­der. So we went down a long slope into a val­ley, and there in the dim­ness I almost walked into a lit­tle riv­er. This I wad­ed, and went up the oppo­site side of the val­ley, past a num­ber of sleep­ing hous­es, and by a stat­ue – a Faun, or some such fig­ure, minus the head. Here too were aca­cias. So far I had seen noth­ing of the Mor­locks, but it was yet ear­ly in the night, and the dark­er hours before the old moon rose were still to come.

“From the brow of the next hill I saw a thick wood spread­ing wide and black before me. I hes­i­tat­ed at this. I could see no end to it, either to the right or the left. Feel­ing tired – my feet, in par­tic­u­lar, were very sore – I care­ful­ly low­ered Weena from my shoul­der as I halt­ed, and sat down upon the turf. I could no longer see the Palace of Green Porce­lain, and I was in doubt of my direc­tion. I looked into the thick­ness of the wood and thought of what it might hide. Under that dense tan­gle of branch­es one would be out of sight of the stars. Even were there no oth­er lurk­ing dan­ger – a dan­ger I did not care to let my imag­i­na­tion loose upon – there would still be all the roots to stum­ble over and the tree-boles to strike against.

“I was very tired, too, after the excite­ments of the day; so I decid­ed that I would not face it, but would pass the night upon the open hill.

“Weena, I was glad to find, was fast asleep. I care­ful­ly wrapped her in my jack­et, and sat down beside her to wait for the moon­rise. The hill-side was qui­et and desert­ed, but from the black of the wood there came now and then a stir of liv­ing things. Above me shone the stars, for the night was very clear. I felt a cer­tain sense of friend­ly com­fort in their twin­kling. All the old con­stel­la­tions had gone from the sky, how­ev­er: that slow move­ment which is imper­cep­ti­ble in a hun­dred human life­times, had long since rearranged them in unfa­mil­iar group­ings. But the Milky Way, it seemed to me, was still the same tat­tered stream­er of star-dust as of yore. South­ward (as I judged it) was a very bright red star that was new to me; it was even more splen­did than our own green Sir­ius. And amid all these scin­til­lat­ing points of light one bright plan­et shone kind­ly and steadi­ly like the face of an old friend.

“Look­ing at these stars sud­den­ly dwarfed my own trou­bles and all the grav­i­ties of ter­res­tri­al life. I thought of their unfath­omable dis­tance, and the slow inevitable drift of their move­ments out of the unknown past into the unknown future. I thought of the great pre­ces­sion­al cycle that the pole of the earth describes. Only forty times had that silent rev­o­lu­tion occurred dur­ing all the years that I had tra­versed. And dur­ing these few rev­o­lu­tions all the activ­i­ty, all the tra­di­tions, the com­plex orga­ni­za­tions, the nations, lan­guages, lit­er­a­tures, aspi­ra­tions, even the mere mem­o­ry of Man as I knew him, had been swept out of exis­tence. Instead were these frail crea­tures who had for­got­ten their high ances­try, and the white Things of which I went in ter­ror. Then I thought of the Great Fear that was between the two species, and for the first time, with a sud­den shiv­er, came the clear knowl­edge of what the meat I had seen might be. Yet it was too hor­ri­ble! I looked at lit­tle Weena sleep­ing beside me, her face white and star­like under the stars, and forth­with dis­missed the thought.

“Through that long night I held my mind off the Mor­locks as well as I could, and whiled away the time by try­ing to fan­cy I could find signs of the old con­stel­la­tions in the new con­fu­sion. The sky kept very clear, except for a hazy cloud or so. No doubt I dozed at times. Then, as my vig­il wore on, came a faint­ness in the east­ward sky, like the reflec­tion of some colour­less fire, and the old moon rose, thin and peaked and white. And close behind, and over­tak­ing it, and over­flow­ing it, the dawn came, pale at first, and then grow­ing pink and warm. No Mor­locks had approached us. Indeed, I had seen none upon the hill that night. And in the con­fi­dence of renewed day it almost seemed to me that my fear had been unrea­son­able. I stood up and found my foot with the loose heel swollen at the ankle and painful under the heel; so I sat down again, took off my shoes, and flung them away.

“I awak­ened Weena, and we went down into the wood, now green and pleas­ant instead of black and for­bid­ding. We found some fruit where­with to break our fast. We soon met oth­ers of the dain­ty ones, laugh­ing and danc­ing in the sun­light as though there was no such thing in nature as the night. And then I thought once more of the meat that I had seen. I felt assured now of what it was, and from the bot­tom of my heart I pitied this last fee­ble rill from the great flood of human­i­ty. Clear­ly, at some time in the Long-Ago of human decay the Mor­locks’ food had run short. Pos­si­bly they had lived on rats and such-like ver­min. Even now man is far less dis­crim­i­nat­ing and exclu­sive in his food than he was – far less than any mon­key. His prej­u­dice against human flesh is no deep-seat­ed instinct. And so these inhu­man sons of men – –! I tried to look at the thing in a sci­en­tif­ic spir­it. After all, they were less human and more remote than our can­ni­bal ances­tors of three or four thou­sand years ago. And the intel­li­gence that would have made this state of things a tor­ment had gone. Why should I trou­ble myself? These Eloi were mere fat­ted cat­tle, which the ant-like Mor­locks pre­served and preyed upon – prob­a­bly saw to the breed­ing of. And there was Weena danc­ing at my side!

“Then I tried to pre­serve myself from the hor­ror that was com­ing upon me, by regard­ing it as a rig­or­ous pun­ish­ment of human self­ish­ness. Man had been con­tent to live in ease and delight upon the labours of his fel­low-man, had tak­en Neces­si­ty as his watch­word and excuse, and in the full­ness of time Neces­si­ty had come home to him. I even tried a Car­lyle-like scorn of this wretched aris­toc­ra­cy in decay. But this atti­tude of mind was impos­si­ble. How­ev­er great their intel­lec­tu­al degra­da­tion, the Eloi had kept too much of the human form not to claim my sym­pa­thy, and to make me per­force a shar­er in their degra­da­tion and their Fear.

“I had at that time very vague ideas as to the course I should pur­sue. My first was to secure some safe place of refuge, and to make myself such arms of met­al or stone as I could con­trive. That neces­si­ty was imme­di­ate. In the next place, I hoped to pro­cure some means of fire, so that I should have the weapon of a torch at hand, for noth­ing, I knew, would be more effi­cient against these Mor­locks. Then I want­ed to arrange some con­trivance to break open the doors of bronze under the White Sphinx. I had in mind a bat­ter­ing-ram. I had a per­sua­sion that if I could enter those doors and car­ry a blaze of light before me I should dis­cov­er the Time Machine and escape. I could not imag­ine the Mor­locks were strong enough to move it far away. Weena I had resolved to bring with me to our own time. And turn­ing such schemes over in my mind I pur­sued our way towards the build­ing which my fan­cy had cho­sen as our dwelling.

I seemed in a worse case than before ⇒ The sit­u­a­tion in which I was appeared to be worse.

hith­er­to ˈhɪðəˈ­tuː adv Until this time.

anguish ˈæŋg­wɪʃ n State of men­tal suf­fer­ing: pain, mis­ery, dis­tress, agony, afflic­tion

sus­tain­ing səsˈteɪnɪŋ v To sup­port the spir­its or res­o­lu­tion of: encour­age, sup­port, uphold

stag­ger ˈstægə v To walk or move unsteadi­ly, almost falling over.

impede ɪmˈpiːd v Be a hin­drance or obsta­cle to: hin­der, tram­mel, fet­ter, entram­mel

sick­en­ing ˈsɪknɪŋ adj Caus­ing sick­ness, espe­cial­ly nau­sea, dis­gust, or loathing.

malign məˈlaɪn adj Char­ac­ter­ized by intense ill will; strong­ly sug­ges­tive of great harm: evil, mean, vicious, nasty, malev­o­lent, mali­cious; sin­is­ter, bale­ful

loathe ləʊð v To dis­like great­ly and usu­al­ly with dis­gust or intol­er­ance: detest

dread drɛd v To fear some­thing that will or might hap­pen.

to put some­thing into one’s head ⇒ To start think­ing about.

incom­pre­hen­si­ble ɪnkɒm­prɪˈhɛn­səbl adj Impos­si­ble or extreme­ly dif­fi­cult to under­stand.

the moon is on the wane ⇒ The moon is becom­ing small­er.

vague veɪg adv In not clear­ly per­cep­ti­ble man­ner: faint­ly, dim­ly, unclear­ly

vil­lainy ˈvɪləni Treach­er­ous or vicious act.

Car­olin­gian kings ⇒ The kings of the Car­olin­gian dynasty, very pow­er­ful rulers of the Holy Roman Empire at the begin­ng grad­u­al­ly were dis­placed in most of the king­doms of the Empire.

decay dɪˈkeɪ v To be slow­ly destroyed or bro­ken down by nat­ur­al process­es: rot­ten

futil­i­ty fju(ː)ˈtɪlɪti n Use­less­ness as a con­se­quence of hav­ing no prac­ti­cal result: inutil­i­ty, unuse­ful­ness, use­less­ness

at last ⇒ After a long wait; final­ly.

gar­ment ˈgɑːmənt n An arti­cle of cloth­ing.

infer ɪnˈfɜː v To draw a con­clu­sion from rea­son­ing: con­clude, judge, deduce, draw, gath­er

habit­u­al həˈbɪtjʊəl adj Done or expe­ri­enced reg­u­lar­ly and repeat­ed­ly:.

paw pɔː v To strike or scrape with a beat­ing motion.

in sport ⇒ As a joke; for plea­sure.

Neme­sis ˈnɛmɪsɪs n Greek mythol­o­gy The god­dess of divine ret­ri­bu­tion and vengeance. Some­one’s neme­sis is a per­son or thing that is very dif­fi­cult for them to defeat.

apace əˈpeɪs adv In a rapid way: quick­ly, fast

to thrust out ⇒ To push away.

anew əˈn­juː adv Again, once again.

reac­quaint ˌriːəˈk­weɪnt v Become famil­iar with some­thing or some­one again.

it seems odd ⇒ it seems strange.

to stir up ⇒ To rouse, excite.

to come in ⇒ To appear.

vague veɪg adj Not clear­ly per­cep­ti­ble: faint, dim, obscure, hazy, misty, bleary, cloudy, unclear

at the time ⇒ At a par­tic­u­lar moment in the past; then.

paral­yse ˈpærəlaɪz v To cause a per­son, ani­mal, or part of the body to lose the abil­i­ty to move or feel.

fast­ness ˈfɑːst­nɪs A strong­ly for­ti­fied and secured defen­sive struc­ture: strong­hold, fortress

shud­der ˈʃʌdə v To shiv­er con­vul­sive­ly: shake, trem­ble, quiver, qua­ver

com­mend kəˈmɛnd v To entrust; deliv­er with con­fi­dence: con­sign

prac­ti­ca­ble ˈpræk­tɪkəbl adj Avail­able for use or capa­ble of being effect­ed, done, or put into prac­tice: acces­si­ble, accom­plish­able, achiev­able, fea­si­ble

dex­ter­ous ˈdɛk­stərəs adj Show­ing skill in doing: skill­ful, deft, mas­ter­ful, adroit

climber ˈklaɪmə n Some­one who climbs moun­tains for sport.

pin­na­cle ˈpɪnəkl n Small spire on a roof; the high­est point: peak, crown

porce­lain ˈpɔːsəlɪn n A hard shiny white sub­stance that is used for mak­ing expen­sive plates, cups etc: chi­na

gleam gliːm n An appear­ance of reflect­ed light.

reck­on ˈrɛkən v To esteem or con­sid­er: regard as

sev­en or eight miles ⇒ 1 mile is 1.609 kilo­me­ters. so sev­en or eight miles are about 11–13 km.

moist mɔɪst adj Slight­ly wet: damp

decep­tive dɪˈsɛp­tɪv adj Tend­ing to lead into error: mis­lead­ing, fal­la­cious, delu­sive

in addi­tion ⇒ as well.

to work through ⇒ To work one’s way.

indoors ˌɪnˈdɔːz adv With­in a house or build­ing: inside

lame leɪm adj Dis­abled or crip­pled in the legs or feet.

sil­hou­ette ˌsɪlu(ː)ˈɛt v To cause to be seen as an out­line that appears dark against a light back­ground.

huge­ly ˈhjuːʤli adv Extreme­ly, enor­mous­ly.

to run along by the side of some­one ⇒ To run along­side some­one

to dart off ⇒ To go away hur­ried­ly.

to stick in ⇒ To insert.

eccen­tric ɪkˈsɛn­trɪk adj Devi­at­ing from the cus­tom­ary: strange, unusu­al, odd, pecu­liar, quaint, bizarre, queer

vase vɑːz n A con­tain­er used to put flow­ers in or for dec­o­ra­tion.

with­er ˈmæləʊ v To lose fresh­ness: dry up, shriv­el

mal­low ˈmæləʊ n Plant with hairy stems and leaves and pink or pur­ple flow­ers.

hush hʌʃ n A silence or calm espe­cial­ly fol­low­ing noise: qui­et

Wim­ble­don ˈwɪmb(ə)ldən ⇒ A dis­trict and town of south­west Lon­don, Eng­land, 7.1 miles (11.4 km) south­west of the cen­tre of Lon­don.

con­trive kənˈ­traɪv v Come up with (an idea, plan, expla­na­tion, the­o­ry, or prin­ci­ple) after a men­tal effort: devise, invent

dusk dʌsk n The time of day imme­di­ate­ly fol­low­ing sun­set.

dark­ling ˈdɑːk­lɪŋ adj Uncan­ni­ly or threat­en­ing­ly dark or obscure.

preter­nat­ur­al ˌpriːtəˈnæʧrəl adj Great­ly exceed­ing the nor­mal course of nature: super­nat­ur­al, unnat­ur­al; abnor­mal

to go hith­er and thith­er ⇒ To go in or to many places; to go here and there.

bur­row ˈbɜːrəʊ n Hole or tun­nel dug in the ground for habi­ta­tion: hole, den, lair

twi­light ˈtwaɪlaɪt n The time of day imme­di­ate­ly fol­low­ing sun­set in which the light from the sky is dif­fused.

caress kəˈrɛs v Touch or stroke light­ly in a lov­ing or endear­ing man­ner.

wade weɪd v To walk in or through water.

Faun fɔːn n An imag­i­nary crea­ture, half man and half goat.

aca­cia əˈkeɪʃə n Tree or shrub with yel­low or white flow­ers.

brow braʊ n The top of a hill.

sore sɔː adj Feel­ing or affect­ed by pain: painful,pained

halt hɔːlt v To stop: stay, check, cease, arrest

turf tɜːf n Sur­face lay­er of earth con­tain­ing a dense growth of grass and its mat­ted roots: sod

be in doubt of some­thing ⇒ To be uncer­tain about.

tan­gle ˈtæŋgl n A twist­ed and tan­gled mass that is high­ly inter­wo­ven.

to be out of sight of some­thing ⇒ To go too far away to be seen.

lurk lɜːk v To lie in wait; to move silent­ly and furtive­ly: slip, creep, sneak, prowl

to let loose ⇒ To give rein to.

bole bəʊl n The trunk of a tree.

to be fast asleep ⇒ To be in a deep sleep.

twin­kle ˈtwɪŋkl v To shine with slight inter­mit­tent gleams: flash, glis­ten, glint, glit­ter, sparkle

con­stel­la­tion ˌkɒn­stəˈleɪʃən n Astron­o­my An arbi­trary for­ma­tion of stars per­ceived as a fig­ure or design.

imper­cep­ti­ble ˌɪm­pəˈsɛp­təbl v Almost impos­si­ble to see or notice

group­ing ˈgruːpɪŋ n Col­lec­tion of things unit­ed into a group: order, arrange­ment, for­ma­tion

Milky Way ⇒ The galaxy con­tain­ing the Solar sys­tem, vis­i­ble as a broad band of faint light in the night sky.

tat­tered ˈtætəd adj Worn or with hang­ing pieces of cloth.

stream­er ˈstriːmə n A long nar­row wavy strip resem­bling a ban­ner float­ing in the wind.

of yore ⇒ long since, long ago.

splen­did ˈsplɛndɪd adj Bril­liant or fine, esp in appear­ance: excel­lent, won­der­ful, mar­vel­lous

Sir­ius ˈsɪrɪəs ⇒ The bright­est star in the night sky, locat­ed in the con­stel­la­tion Can­is Major

scin­til­late ˈsɪn­tɪleɪt v To emit light sud­den­ly in sparks: flash, glis­ten, gleam, glit­ter, sparkle, twin­kle

dwarf dwɔːf v To cause to appear small by com­par­i­son.

grav­i­ty ˈgrævɪti n High seri­ous­ness: solem­ni­ty, somber­ness

ter­res­tri­al life ⇒ Life on Earth; ter­res­tri­al tɪˈrɛstrɪəl adj Relat­ing to the earth.

unfath­omable ʌnˈfæðəməbl adj Dif­fi­cult or impos­si­ble to mea­sure: bound­less, bot­tom­less

pre­ces­sion­al prɪˈsɛʃənl adj (Astron­o­my) Relat­ed to the slow gyra­tion of the earth’s rota­tion­al axis around the pole of the eclip­tic, caused by the grav­i­ta­tion­al pull of the sun, moon, and oth­er plan­ets on the earth’s equa­to­r­i­al bulge.

tra­verse ˈtrævə(ː)s v To trav­el through.

aspi­ra­tion ˌæspəˈreɪʃ(ə)n n A will to suc­ceed: ambi­tion, goal, inten­tion, aim, aim in life

to sweep out of exis­tence ⇒ To destroy, to exter­mi­nate.

frail freɪl adj Phys­i­cal­ly weak: del­i­cate

ances­try ˈæn­sɪstri n One’s for­run­ners: birth, ori­gin, descent, lin­eage, parent­age

shiv­er ˈʃɪvə v To shake slight­ly because of cold, fear, etc.

forth­with ˈfɔːθˈwɪθ adv With­out delay: now, direct­ly, imme­di­ate­ly, at once

to hold one’s mind off some­thing ⇒ To not think about some­thing delib­er­ate­ly.

as well as I can ⇒ As far as I can.

to while away time ⇒ To pass time in a lazy way.

the sky keeps very clear ⇒ The sky remains uncloud­ed.

hazy ˈheɪzi adj Filled or abound­ing with fog or mist: bru­mous, fog­gy, misty

a cloud or so ⇒ A cloud or some­thing sim­i­lar to that.

dose dəʊs v To sleep light­ly and inter­mit­tent­ly: nap

vig­il ˈvɪʤɪl n Watch kept dur­ing nor­mal sleep­ing hours: watch, vig­i­lance, look­out

to wear on ⇒ To pass slow­ly or tedious­ly (of time).

over­take ˌəʊvəˈteɪk v To catch up with in trav­el­ing or pur­suit; draw even with.

swollen ˈswəʊlən adj Expand­ed by or as if by inter­nal pres­sure: dis­tend­ed

to fling some­thing away ⇒ To hurl, to throw away.

where­with to ⇒ with which to.

to break fast ⇒ To inter­rupt a peri­od of not eat­ing food.

dain­ty ˈdeɪn­ti adj Small, pret­ty, and del­i­cate.

rill rɪl n Small stram or brook: rivulet

decay dɪˈkeɪ n Grad­ual dete­ri­o­ra­tion to an infe­ri­or state; a falling into ruin.

to run short ⇒ To become insuf­fi­cient.

to live on some­thing ⇒ To sub­sist on.

ver­min ˈvɜːmɪn n An ani­mals that prey on game.

prej­u­dice ˈprɛʤʊdɪs n An incli­na­tion against some­thing that inhibits impar­tial judg­ment: bias, par­tial­i­ty, pre­pos­ses­sion

after all ⇒ in spite of all.

can­ni­bal ˈkænɪbəl n A per­son who eats human flesh.

tor­ment ˈtɔːmənt n Unbear­able phys­i­cal pain: tor­ture

prey preɪ v To eat an ani­mal caught for food.

to see to ⇒ To be atten­tive; to take care; to give heed.

rig­or­ous ˈrɪgərəs n Impos­ing a severe test of bod­i­ly or spir­i­tu­al strength: hard, rough, severe, tough, try­ing, heavy

to live upon the labours of some­one ⇒ To live at some­one else’s expense.

watch­word ˈwɒʧwɜːd n A secret word or phrase known only to a restrict­ed group: pass­word, word, parole

Thomas Car­lyle ⇒ (1795 to 1881) A Scot­tish essay­ist, satirist, crit­ic, and his­to­ri­an whose works were huge­ly influ­en­tial dur­ing the Vic­to­ri­an era.

scorn skɔːn n Lack of respect accom­pa­nied by a feel­ing of intense dis­like: con­tempt, dis­dain, despite

wretched ˈrɛʧɪd adj Char­ac­ter­ized by phys­i­cal mis­ery: mis­er­able

aris­toc­ra­cy in decay ⇒ Aris­toc­ra­cy becom­ing low­er in qual­i­ty and strength.

degra­da­tion ˌdɛ­grəˈdeɪʃən n Chang­ing to a low­er less respect­ed state.

per­force pəˈfɔːs adv With­out one’s will­ing­ness to do some­thing; by force of cir­cum­stance.

shar­er ˈʃeərə n Some­one who has or gives or receives a part or a share: par­tak­er

as to ⇒ As refers to.

con­trive kənˈ­traɪv v Come up with (an idea, plan, expla­na­tion, the­o­ry, or prin­ci­ple) after a men­tal effort: devise, invent

pro­cure prəˈkjʊə v To come into pos­ses­sion of: get, obtain, acquire, secure

means of fire ⇒ Mate­ri­als nec­es­sary to make a fire.

torch tɔːʧ n Portable light pro­duced by the flame of a flam­ma­ble mate­r­i­al wound about the end of a stick of wood.

for fɔː conj Because; since.

con­trivance kənˈ­traɪvəns n A device or con­trol that is very use­ful for a par­tic­u­lar job: gad­get, appli­ance, wid­get

bat­ter­ing-ramˈbætərɪŋræm n Device used to bat­ter by force­ful impact; bat­terˈbætə v To hit heav­i­ly and repeat­ed­ly with vio­lent blows: beat, hit, pound, strike, thrash

I had a per­sua­sion that ⇒ I was absolute­ly sure that.

blaze bleɪz n A strong flame that burns bright­ly: blaz­ing

dwelling ˈdwɛlɪŋ n Hous­ing that some­one is liv­ing in: home, domi­cile, abode, habi­ta­tion, dwelling house

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