1 'It's beautifully made,' he said.
2 And, after all, it was a beautiful and curious world.
3 I understood now what all the beauty of the Over-world people covered.
4 The Eloi, like the Carolingian kings, had decayed to a mere beautiful futility.
5 The gay robes of the beautiful people moved hither and thither among the trees.
6 He struck me as being a very beautiful and graceful creature, but indescribably frail.
7 As it seemed to me, the refined beauty and the etiolated pallor followed naturally enough.
8 Then came one laughing towards me, carrying a chain of beautiful flowers altogether new to me, and put it about my neck.
9 My general impression of the world I saw over their heads was a tangled waste of beautiful bushes and flowers, a long neglected and yet weedless garden.
10 Here was the same beautiful scene, the same abundant foliage, the same splendid palaces and magnificent ruins, the same silver river running between its fertile banks.
11 So, in the end, above ground you must have the Haves, pursuing pleasure and comfort and beauty, and below ground the Have-nots, the Workers getting continually adapted to the conditions of their labour.