1 In the morning there was the getting of the Time Machine.
2 The freshness of the morning made me desire an equal freshness.
3 But as I walked over the smoking ashes under the bright morning sky, I made a discovery.
4 Yesterday it was so high, yesterday night it fell, then this morning it rose again, and so gently upward to here.
5 But the jest was unsatisfying, and I was thinking of these figures all the morning, until Weena's rescue drove them out of my head.
6 About eight or nine in the morning I came to the same seat of yellow metal from which I had viewed the world upon the evening of my arrival.
7 I sat up in the freshness of the morning, trying to remember how I had got there, and why I had such a profound sense of desertion and despair.
8 I resolved I would make the descent without further waste of time, and started out in the early morning towards a well near the ruins of granite and aluminium.
9 I was determined to reach the White Sphinx early the next morning, and ere the dusk I purposed pushing through the woods that had stopped me on the previous journey.
10 But next morning I perceived clearly enough that my curiosity regarding the Palace of Green Porcelain was a piece of self-deception, to enable me to shirk, by another day, an experience I dreaded.
11 I expected to finish it on Friday, but on Friday, when the putting together was nearly done, I found that one of the nickel bars was exactly one inch too short, and this I had to get remade; so that the thing was not complete until this morning.