1 I looked for the building I knew.
2 I determined to build a fire and encamp where we were.
3 I saw huge buildings rise up faint and fair, and pass like dreams.
4 The building had a huge entry, and was altogether of colossal dimensions.
5 Then, sobbing and raving in my anguish of mind, I went down to the great building of stone.
6 My plan was to go as far as possible that night, and then, building a fire, to sleep in the protection of its glare.
7 And turning such schemes over in my mind I pursued our way towards the building which my fancy had chosen as our dwelling.
8 All the buildings and trees seemed easily practicable to such dexterous climbers as the Morlocks, to judge by their wells, must be.
9 The big building I had left was situated on the slope of a broad river valley, but the Thames had shifted perhaps a mile from its present position.
10 There were no large buildings towards the top of the hill, and as my walking powers were evidently miraculous, I was presently left alone for the first time.
11 In some of these visions of Utopias and coming times which I have read, there is a vast amount of detail about building, and social arrangements, and so forth.
12 The great buildings about me stood out clear and distinct, shining with the wet of the thunderstorm, and picked out in white by the unmelted hailstones piled along their courses.
13 Here and there among the greenery were palace-like buildings, but the house and the cottage, which form such characteristic features of our own English landscape, had disappeared.
14 From every hill I climbed I saw the same abundance of splendid buildings, endlessly varied in material and style, the same clustering thickets of evergreens, the same blossom-laden trees and tree-ferns.
15 Then someone suggested that their plaything should be exhibited in the nearest building, and so I was led past the sphinx of white marble, which had seemed to watch me all the while with a smile at my astonishment, towards a vast grey edifice of fretted stone.