Машина времени
Chapter 6
ButIhadmyhandontheclimbingbarsnow,and,kickingviolently,IdisengagedmyselffromtheclutchesoftheMorlocksandwasspeedilyclamberinguptheshaft,whiletheystayedpeeringandblinkingupatme: allbutonelittlewretchwhofollowedmeforsomeway,andwellnighsecuredmybootasatrophy.
‘Thatclimbseemedinterminabletome. Withthelasttwentyorthirtyfeetofitadeadlynauseacameuponme. Ihadthegreatestdifficultyinkeepingmyhold. Thelastfewyardswasafrightfulstruggleagainstthisfaintness. Severaltimesmyheadswam,andIfeltallthesensationsoffalling. Atlast,however,Igotoverthewell-mouthsomehow,andstaggeredoutoftheruinintotheblindingsunlight. Ifelluponmyface. Eventhesoilsmeltsweetandclean. ThenIrememberWeenakissingmyhandsandears,andthevoicesofothersamongtheEloi. Then,foratime,Iwasinsensible.
