So I’m sitting here, writing this in the same open window, under the same green paraffin lamp, and probably under the scrutiny of the same nocturnal insects who watched me finish the final revision of The Time Machine.[5] Which history of the Machine shall I send Henley? The one he already knows, of course. Who would believe the version where Albert and I changed the world?
[Ed. Note: The following fragment was found in the papers of the Albert mss. How (or whether) Wells had intended to incorporate it is not clear.]