Page 31 - The Time Machine

horrible fatigue, as the long night of despair wore away; of looking in this

impossible place and that; of groping among moonlit ruins and touching strange
creatures in the black shadows; at last, of lying on the ground near the sphinx
and weeping with absolute wretchedness, even anger at the folly of leaving the
machine having leaked away with my strength. I had nothing left but misery.
Then I slept, and when I woke again it was full day, and a couple of sparrows
were hopping round me on the turf within reach of my arm.