The Time Machine

In the Time Traveller's miraculous new machine, we will be carried from a Victorian dinner table to 802,701 AD, when the Earth is divided between the gentle, ineffective Eloi, and the ape-like Morlocks; forward again by a million years or so to glimpse a dying world of blood-red beaches and menacing shapes; and on again to the last days of our planet, a remote twilight where nothing moves but darkness and a cold wind. Brilliantly imaginative fiction or the shape of things to come? H.G. Well's masterpiece still retains its power to provoke and enthral.

In noua masina miraculoasa a Calatorului in Timp, vom fi purtati de la o masa victoriana in anul 802.701 d.Hr., cand Pamantul este impartit intre blanzii si ineficientii Eloi si Morlocii asemanatori maimutelor; vom merge din nou inainte cu aproximativ un milion de ani pentru a zari o lume pe moarte, cu plaje rosii ca sangele si forme amenintatoare; si din nou in ultimele zile ale planetei noastre, un amurg indepartat unde nimic nu misca in afara de intuneric si un vant rece.