In the Time Traveller´s miraculous new machine, we will be carried from a Victorian dinner table to 802,701AD, when the Eart 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. Wells´ masterpiece still retains its power to provoke and enthral.