It is interesting to re-discover the exquisite anguish presented by wells in the Time Machine. You could read the strange evolutionary theory presented by him in his bifurcation of the human race and be left underwhelmed. You could analyze the cheap psychologist tricks surrounding the mind of the time traveller, close the book and forget about the story.
His true genius comes at the closing pages of the book, when our time traveller decides to go to the edge of the world and discover the solitude of the being in the last sunset.
In this Wells followed Nietzsche and prophesied Sartre.
