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           ‘So,asIseeit,theUpper-worldmanhaddriftedtowardshisfeebleprettiness,andtheUnder-worldtomeremechanicalindustry. Butthatperfectstatehadlackedonethingevenformechanicalperfection—absolutepermanency. Apparentlyastimewenton,thefeedingoftheUnder-world,howeveritwaseffected,hadbecomedisjointed. MotherNecessity,whohadbeenstavedoffforafewthousandyears,camebackagain,andshebeganbelow. TheUnder-worldbeingincontactwithmachinery,which,howeverperfect,stillneedssomelittlethoughtoutsidehabit,hadprobablyretainedperforcerathermoreinitiative,iflessofeveryotherhumancharacter,thantheUpper. Andwhenothermeatfailedthem,theyturnedtowhatoldhabithadhithertoforbidden. SoIsayIsawitinmylastviewoftheworldofEightHundredandTwoThousandSevenHundredandOne. Itmaybeaswronganexplanationasmortalwitcouldinvent. Itishowthethingshapeditselftome,andasthatIgiveittoyou. 

           ‘Afterthefatigues,excitements,andterrorsofthepastdays,andinspiteofmygrief,thisseatandthetranquilviewandthewarmsunlightwereverypleasant. Iwasverytiredandsleepy,andsoonmytheorizingpassedintodozing. Catchingmyselfatthat,Itookmyownhint,andspreadingmyselfoutupontheturfIhadalongandrefreshingsleep. 

           ‘Iawokealittlebeforesunsetting. InowfeltsafeagainstbeingcaughtnappingbytheMorlocks,and,stretchingmyself,IcameondownthehilltowardstheWhiteSphinx. Ihadmycrowbarinonehand,andtheotherhandplayedwiththematchesinmypocket. 

           ‘Andnowcameamostunexpectedthing. AsIapproachedthepedestalofthesphinxIfoundthebronzevalveswereopen. Theyhadsliddownintogrooves.