赫伯特乔治威尔斯（Herbert George Wells，18661946），英国著名小说家，尤以科幻小说创作闻名于世，一生创作了一百多部作品，是位多产作家，1895年以《时间机器》一举成名，随后又出版《莫洛博士岛》《隐身人》《星际战争》等多部科幻小说，与儒勒凡尔纳并称为科幻文学之父。
目錄：
CHAPTER I
CHAPTER II
CHAPTER III
CHAPTER IV
CHAPTER V
CHAPTER VI
CHAPTER VII
CHAPTER VIII
CHAPTER IX
CHAPTER X
CHAPTER XI
CHAPTER XII
EPILOGUE
媒体评论整个世纪只有两个人改变了欧洲，一个是威尔斯，一个是我。
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免费在线读THE TIME TRAVELLER for so it will be convenient to speak of him was expounding a recondite matter to us. His grey eyes shone and twinkled, and his usually pale face was flushed and animated. The fire burned brightly, and the soft radiance of the incandescent lights in the lilies of silver caught the bubbles that flashed and passed in our glasses. Our chairs, being his patents, embraced and caressed us rather than submitted to be sat upon, and there was that luxurious after-dinner atmosphere when thought runs gracefully free of the trammels of precision. And he put it to us in this waymarking the points with a lean forefingeras we sat and lazily admired his earnestness over this new paradox as we thought it and his fecundity.
You must follow me carefully. I shall have to controvert one or two ideas that are almost universally accepted. The geometry, for instance, they taught you at school is founded on a misconception.
Is not that rather a large thing to expect us to begin upon? said Filby, an argumentative person with red hair.
I do not mean to ask you to accept anything without reasonable ground for it. You will soon admit as much as I need from you. You know of course that a mathematical line, a line of thickness nil, has no real existence. They taught you that? Neither has a mathematical plane. These things are mere abstractions.
That is all right, said the Psychologist.
Nor, having only length, breadth, and thickness, can a cube have a real existence.
There I object, said Filby. Of course a solid body may exist. All real things
So most people think. But wait a moment. Can an instantaneous cube exist?
Dont follow you, said Filby.
Can a cube that does not last for any time at all, have a real existence?THE TIME TRAVELLER for so it will be convenient to speak of him was expounding a recondite matter to us. His grey eyes shone and twinkled, and his usually pale face was flushed and animated. The fire burned brightly, and the soft radiance of the incandescent lights in the lilies of silver caught the bubbles that flashed and passed in our glasses. Our chairs, being his patents, embraced and caressed us rather than submitted to be sat upon, and there was that luxurious after-dinner atmosphere when thought runs gracefully free of the trammels of precision. And he put it to us in this waymarking the points with a lean forefingeras we sat and lazily admired his earnestness over this new paradox as we thought it and his fecundity.
You must follow me carefully. I shall have to controvert one or two ideas that are almost universally accepted. The geometry, for instance, they taught you at school is founded on a misconception.
Is not that rather a large thing to expect us to begin upon? said Filby, an argumentative person with red hair.
I do not mean to ask you to accept anything without reasonable ground for it. You will soon admit as much as I need from you. You know of course that a mathematical line, a line of thickness nil, has no real existence. They taught you that? Neither has a mathematical plane. These things are mere abstractions.
That is all right, said the Psychologist.
Nor, having only length, breadth, and thickness, can a cube have a real existence.
There I object, said Filby. Of course a solid body may exist. All real things
So most people think. But wait a moment. Can an instantaneous cube exist?
Dont follow you, said Filby.
Can a cube that does not last for any time at all, have a real existence?
Filby became pensive. Clearly, the Time Traveller proceeded, any real body must have extension in four directions： it must have Length, Breadth, Thickness, andDuration. But through a natural infirmity of the flesh, which I will explain to you in a moment, we incline to overlook this fact. There are really four dimensions, three which we call the three planes of Space, and a fourth, Time. There is, however, a tendency to draw an unreal distinction between the former three dimensions and the latter, because it happens that our consciousness moves intermittently in one direction along the latter from the beginning to the end of our lives.
That, said a very young man, making spasmodic efforts to relight his cigar over the lamp; thatvery clear indeed.
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