English CBSE Class 12 NCERT Vistas Chapter 1 The Third Level Line by Line Explanation and Meaning of Difficult Words
THE THIRD LEVEL
Author – Jack Finney
The presidents of New York Central and of every other railway station would confirm that there are only two levels in a railway station. They would swear by the timetables of railways. [Timetable is considered to be an important document in railways. Everybody adheres to maintain it. Hence it is considered sacred by railway employees]
|Psychiatrist||Specialist in treating mental disorders|
But I say there are three levels in a platform. Because I have gone to the third level of Grand Central Station. Nobody believed me. I started thinking if it was my dream. So I even consulted a psychiatrist. He is my friend. I talked to many other people also.
|Waking||Awake, Not sleeping|
I told my psychiatrist friend about third level at Grand Central Station. He told me that I was dreaming while being awake. And my wish of seeing the third level got fulfilled. He further said that I was happy, therefore I could dream of such a thing.
|Kind of mad||Very angry|
After listening to above explanation, my wife became very angry. But he explained that the modern world is full of insecurity, fear, war etc. And I wanted to escape from such bad emotions.
In fact everybody wants to escape from such bad emotions. But nobody walks to the third level of Grand Central Station. [Author wants to say that he is the only person to have gone to third level]
|Refuge||To escape, To be away|
But he said that I wanted to escape from the modern world hence I had the feeling that I had travelled to the third level. All my friends agreed with him. They said that even my hobby of collecting stamps represents my wish to be away from reality.
Situation of world during those days was quite peaceful. I have heard that there was no need for him to run away from reality. My collection of postage stamp was started by my grandfather. [Author wants to say that the hobby of collection of stamp has no relation with running away from reality]
It is good collection of stamps. It has almost every US issue, first day covers etc. President Roosevelt also used to collect stamps.
Now author is describing events at the grand Central Railway Station. One night of summer season, I had worked till late hours in office. I wanted to quickly reach my hose. So I decided to take a local train from Grand Central. I had decided to travel by train because train takes less time than the bus.
|Gabardine||A type of cloth|
I do not know why this should have happened to me. My name is Charley. I am an ordinary person of thirty one. That day I was wearing a dark colour suit of gabardine. I was wearing a hat made of straw that had a fancy band. I crossed about a dozen men who were similar to me.
I was not trying to run away from anything. I wanted to reach home to meet my wife Louisa. From Vanderbilt I took a turn to enter Grand Central. Then I went downstairs to the first level from where trains by the name of Twentieth Century used to run.
|Flight||Row of stairs|
|Ducked||Lowered or bowed the head|
Then I walked down through another row of stairs. I reached second level. From this level local trains used to run. I lowered my head to enter in an arched door to go to the local train platform. But I lost my way.
|Hundreds of times||Several times|
|Bumping into||Come across, See, Meet|
At the Grand Central station one can easily forget the correct path. Hundreds of times (several times) I have gone to and came out of this railway station. But I always come across new doors, stairs and corridors.
Once I had entered a tunnel. It was about one mile long.Through this tunnel I reached into the lobby of Roosevelt Hotel. Next time, (when I walked through another tunnel) I reached in an office building located on 46th street.
[Author is trying to say that corridors, doors and tunnels at the station were so many to confuse anybody. Their exit points were not known]
Sometimes I think that Grand Station is like a tree. Corridors, staircase and tunnels are its roots. And these roots are growing every day. Probably there are tunnels that nobody knows about. It is a feeling among general public that there is a tunnel that is underground and goes up to Times Square. And another tunnel may be going towards Central Park.
During previous years so many people have come out of the Grand central railway station. So probably it can be considered a way to escape. Probably this was the reason I entered into a tunnel. But I cannot tell this thought to my psychiatrist friend.
|Didn’t cross a soul||Did not cross or meet anybody|
The corridor I was walking into started turning to one side and sloping downwards. I thought that I was moving in a wrong corridor but I continued to walk. I would only hear sounds of my own footsteps. There was echo of my footsteps because the corridor was empty. I did not cross anybody in the corridor.
Then I heard a noise and discussion of people which indicated that corridor was about to end into an open space. The tunnel took a sharp turn to left. I walked down some stairs. I came out of the tunnel and reached third level of Grand Central Station.
|Fewer||Lesser in number|
Just for a moment I thought I had come back to second level. But I noticed that rooms at this level were smaller. Number of ticket counters were less. Number of gates leading to platforms were less. The information booth at the centre was made of wood and it was looking old. [The information booth can be understood as enquiry window.]
|Sleeve protector||A garment worn on forearm & arm|
|Flickering||Not steady, Varying|
The person sitting at the information booth had greenish eyes. Their sleeve protectors were long and of black colour. The lights were dim and it was flickering. Then I understood why light was flickering. The lamps were of gas operated burner type without protection against air. (Open flame type lamps)
|Spittoons||A pot for spitting|
|Glint||Flash, Shine, Gleam|
|Frown||Make an angry face|
The spittoons placed on the floor were made of brass. A flash of light coming from other side of the platform struck my eyes. A man was taking out his gold watch from his front pocket of his shirt. He opened the cover of the watch, looked at the watch to note time and made an angry face. [Such spittoons and watches were common during olden time]
He was wearing derby hat (a type of hat). His coat had four buttons and small flaps. He had a big black mustache of handlebar type. When I looked around the station I noticed that dresses of everybody was of 1890s. I had never seen so many beards, sideburns on temples and different styles of mustache in my life.
A woman came from one of the gates of platform. She was wearing a special type of dress called leg of mutton. Her skirts was up to her shoes. The shoes were extending above ankles and had large buttons. Behind her, on the railway track, I could see engine of the train. It was a small engine manufactured by Currier and Ives. Its stack (piece from where smoke comes out) was funnel shaped.
And then I understood that I had travelled back into the time. To make sure about it, I went to a person who was selling newspaper. I looked at the newspaper stacked on the floor. The person was standing. Name of the newspaper was ‘The world’. This newspaper used to get published many years ago.
|Lead story||Main article|
The main article in the newspaper was about President Cleveland. From the front page of the newspaper I came to know that the date was June11, 1894.
I went to ticket windows. I knew that from third level I could buy tickets to anywhere in United States. It was the year 1894. I wanted to purchase two tickets (For myself and my wife Louisa) to go to Galesburg town of Illinois state.
Have you been to that town? Even today it is a beautiful town. It has big farm houses, huge lawn and very big trees. Braches of these trees meet at a good height in the sky. These branches create sort of roof over the streets. So the roads are covered by branches of trees and would have a shade.
|Fire flies||Insect that shines during evenings and nights|
In 1894, summer evening were very long. People used to sit in their lawns. Men would be quietly smoking cigars. Women would be moving a palm-leaf hand fan to help them against the heat. There would be fire-flies around. It was very peaceful atmosphere.
The First World War was 20 years from this date and the Second World War was 40 years away. And I had asked for two tickets for Galesburg town of Illinois state.
|Coach ticket||Ticket for upper class|
The clerk calculated fare. He looked at my fancy band on the hat. (He had not seen such hat). But he calculated the fare. I had enough money with me for two tickets in upper class for one way journey. I counted money and gave it to the clerk. He started looking at me.
|Skin||To cheat, Deceive|
The clerk looked at the currency notes. He told that these notes were not acceptable. And if you are trying to cheat me, you will not get far away. You will be put into jail. Then he looked at the drawer near him. Notes in the drawer were of old style. Size of those notes was about one and a half times the size of notes we use nowadays. They were of different type. I turned back and quickly came out of the station. Even during 1894 jails were bad.
And that was the story at the station. I came back from the station, probably through the same route. Next day, during lunch time, I withdrew three hundred dollars from bank. It was all the money I had with me. With this money I bought old currency. This was a cause of worry to my psychiatrist friend.
One can buy old currency at any of the coin dealer. But one has to pay more to buy old currency. Three hundred dollars of new currency was equal to two hundred currency of old currency. But I did not bother. In 1894 price of eggs was thirteen cent per dozen. [It was cheaper in 1894]
After that many times I tried to find out the corridor that leads to third level at Grand Central Station. But I could not locate that corridor.
|Pretty worried||Much worried, Quite worried|
|After a while||After sometime|
Louisa was very much worried about me when I narrated all the incident to her. She advised me not to search for the third level again. After sometime I stopped searching. I started giving attention to my hobby of stamp collection.
But now we both, myself and my friend, started searching for the third level during weekend. We did this because now we had the proof that third level existed. My friend Sam Weiner had disappeared.
|City boy||One who like city life|
Nobody knew where he had gone. But I had a doubt. Sam was a person who had lived in a city and loved city life. I used to tell him about Galesburg. I did my schooling there. He told me that he liked the place. And I doubted that he had gone there. In the time of 1894.
|Fussing with||Going through without any purpose|
One day I was looking at my collection of stamps. Do you know what a first-day cover is? When a stamp is issued, stamp collectors buy some stamps on the very first day. They put the stamp on an envelope and send the envelope to themselves. The seal of the post-office proves that it was sent on the first day of issue of stamp. Such envelop is called a first-day covers. That envelope is never opened. The envelope has a blank paper in it.
That night I looked at one particular envelope among my oldest first-day covers. That cover should not have been there but it was there. Someone had sent that to my grandfather at the address of his home that was in Galesburg. I understood this from the address on the envelope.
The seal of post office on the envelope was of July 18, 1894. But I did not remember having seen the envelope earlier. Value of the stamp was six cents. Its colour was dull brown and had the picture of President Garfield on it. Obviously, when the envelope came to my grandfather, he had put it in his collection. I opened the envelope.
The paper in the envelope was not blank. Following was written on the paper.
It is addressed to the author. Sender’s address is of Illinois. Written on July 18. 1894.
Hope you are alright there. I started believing that you were correct. I found the third level. I am here since last two weeks in the street called Daly’s. Someone is playing a piano. Everybody is on the side of a road and singing a song ‘Seeing Nelly Home’. I have been invited for a lemon juice party. Charley and Louisa, you should come here. Keep searching till you find the third level. Please believe me that it is good to make the effort.
The letter is signed by Sam. He is friend of the author.
I went to the stamp and coin store. I found out that Sam had purchased eight hundred dollars of old currency. This money was sufficient to start a business of hay feed (food for animals) and grain business. He always wanted to do this business. In 1894 at Galesburg, Illinois, there was no possibility of starting his previous business of being a psychiatrist. Though Sam was my psychiatrist.