CBSE CLASS XII, ENGLISH CORE, VISTAS , NON DETAILED TEAXT BOOK , lesson ' On the Face of it'
its a one act play which details the bond between an old man called Mr. Lamb and a fourteen year old boy named Derry, both are suffering from physical disability
CBSE CLASS XII, ENGLISH CORE, VISTAS , NON DETAILED TEAXT BOOK , lesson ' On the Face of it'
its a one act play which details the bond between an old man called Mr. Lamb and a fourteen year old boy named Derry, both are suffering from physical disability
Here is a glimpse over the Lesson - "The Third Level" from the textbook - Vistas for CBSE Class 12 students.
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Here is an overview of the lesson (Summary):
The story is of a 31-year-old man named Charlie and his psychological condition in which he hallucinates and visits a third level of the Grand Central Station which has only two levels.
A part of CBSE/TBSE Class XI Prose. Written by AR Williams. Entire story is depicted through relevant images and slides to make students understand the content of the chapter.
A Legend of the Northland is folklore told to the children to instil this moral lesson. The poem talks about a little woman who was punished by saint Peter for refusing to give him any one of the cakes that she had baked. ... The behaviour of the woman provokes Saint Peter who curses her and changes her into a woodpecker.
Third Level Summary – It is a story about a 31-year-old man name, Charlie. Besides, this is a psychological story that refers to the subway at the grand central railway station which takes passengers to Galesburg. In addition, this subway becomes the interconnection between the narrator’s harsh reality and fantasy. Moreover, the third level was a way of escape for Charley. As life in the modern world is full of uncertainties worries and stress, it takes Charley to a different world that his friend also calls, “a walking dream wish fulfilment.” Further, the story is about Charley’s tendency to escape from the world. Most importantly, the third level starts because of Sam’s letter written on 18th July 1984. This story shows the connection between time and space.
Here is a glimpse over the Lesson - "The Third Level" from the textbook - Vistas for CBSE Class 12 students.
Check out my profile for other presentations made by me for various other topics.
Here is an overview of the lesson (Summary):
The story is of a 31-year-old man named Charlie and his psychological condition in which he hallucinates and visits a third level of the Grand Central Station which has only two levels.
A part of CBSE/TBSE Class XI Prose. Written by AR Williams. Entire story is depicted through relevant images and slides to make students understand the content of the chapter.
A Legend of the Northland is folklore told to the children to instil this moral lesson. The poem talks about a little woman who was punished by saint Peter for refusing to give him any one of the cakes that she had baked. ... The behaviour of the woman provokes Saint Peter who curses her and changes her into a woodpecker.
Third Level Summary – It is a story about a 31-year-old man name, Charlie. Besides, this is a psychological story that refers to the subway at the grand central railway station which takes passengers to Galesburg. In addition, this subway becomes the interconnection between the narrator’s harsh reality and fantasy. Moreover, the third level was a way of escape for Charley. As life in the modern world is full of uncertainties worries and stress, it takes Charley to a different world that his friend also calls, “a walking dream wish fulfilment.” Further, the story is about Charley’s tendency to escape from the world. Most importantly, the third level starts because of Sam’s letter written on 18th July 1984. This story shows the connection between time and space.
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Reread Brent Staples'essay "Black Men and Public Space" on pages 160-162. Explore the ways
you and individuals around you "alter public space." Include specific examples from your life. You
may wish to describe a situation in which your intentions were misunderstood or when someone
made false assumptions about you. Another option is to discuss times when you've had to change
your behavior to accommodate someone else's needs or expectations. {2 paragraphs, 5 sentences
for each)
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between writer and reader in an essay. (1 paragraph, 5 sentences)
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her early twenties- I came upon her late one evening on a deserted
street in Hyde Park, a relativelyaffluent neighborhood in an other-
wise mean, impoverished section of Chicago. As I swung onto the
avenue behind her, there seemed to be a discreet, uninflarnmatory
distance between us. Not so. She cast back a worried glance. To her,
the youngish black rnur--a broad 6 feet 2 inches with a beard and
billowing hair, botl hands shoved into the pockets of a bulky mil-
itary jacket-seerned menacingly close. After a few more quick
glimpses, she picked up her pace and was soon running in earnest.
Within seconds she disappeared into a cross street.
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uate student newly arrived at the University of Chicago. It was in
the echo of that terrified woman's footfalls that I first began to
know the unwieldy inheritance I'd come into-the ability to alter
public space in ugly ways. It was clear that she thought herself the
quarry of a mugger, a rapist, or worse. Suffering a bout of insom-
nia, however, I was stalking sleep, not defenseless wayfarers. As a
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Masa=-and pointed out the huge brick building that would be our first
school in America, I clutched my Greek notebooks from the refugee/
camp, hoping that my few years of schooling would impress my teach-
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children,
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English, been placed in a normal, graded class and had even been cho-
sen for the college preparatory track in the Worcester public school sys-
tem. I was 13 years old when our father moved us yet again, and I
entered Chandler Junior High shortly after the beginning of seventh
grade. I found myself surrounded by richer, smarter and better-dressed
classmates who looked askance' at my strange clothes and heavy
accent. Shortly after I arrived, we were told to select a hobby to pursue
during "club hour" on Fridays. The idea of hobbies and clubs made no
sense to my immigrant ears, but I decided to follow the prettiest girl in
my class-the blue-eyed daughter of the local Lutheran minister. She
led me through the door marked "Newspaper Club" and into the pres-
ence of Miss Hurd, the newspaper adviser and English teacher who
would become my mentor and my muse."
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steely eye and a flat Boston accent, Miss Hurd had no patience with
layabouts." "What are all you goof-offs doing here?" she bellowed at
the would-be journalists, "This is the Newspaper Club. We're going to
put out a newspaper. So if there's anybody in this room who doesn't
like work, I suggest you go across to the Glee Club now, because you're
going to work your tails off here!"
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put out a newspaper, skills I honed during my next 25 years as a jour-
nalist. Soon I asked the principal to transfer me to her English class as
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2. The Third Level Introduction
The Third Level by Jack Finney is about the harsh
realities of war. War has irreversible
consequences thus leaving people in a state of
insecurity. It is also about modern day problems
and how common man tends to escape reality by
various means. In this story, a man named Charley
hallucinates and reaches the third level of the
Grand Central Station which only has two levels.
3. THE presidents of the New York Central and the
New York, New Haven and Hartford railroads
will swear on a stack of timetables that there are
only two. But I say there are three, because I
‘ve™ve been on the third level of the Grand
Central Station. Yes, I have taken the obvious
step: I talked to a psychiatrist friend of mine,
among others. I told him about the third level at
Grand Central Station, and he said it was a
waking dream wish fulfillment.
4. He said I was unhappy. That made my wife
kind of mad, but he explained that he
meant the modern world is full of insecurity,
fear, war, worry and all the rest of it, and
that I just want to escape. Well, who
doesn’t? Everybody I know wants to
escape, but they don’t wander down into
any third level at Grand Central Station.
5. Stack- a pile of objects, typically one that is neatly
arranged
Timetables- a schedule showing the departure and
arrival times of trains, buses or aircraft
Waking dream- an involuntary dream occuring while
a person is awake
Wander- walk; roam
6. But that’s the reason, he said, and my friends all agreed.
Everything points to it, they claimed. My stamp collecting, for
example; that’s a temporary refuge from reality. Well, maybe, but
my grandfather didn’t need any refuge from reality; things were
pretty nice and peaceful in his day, from all I hear, and he started
my collection. That's a nice collection too, blocks of four of
practically every U.S. issue, first-day covers, and so on. President
Roosevelt collected stamps too, you know.
Refuge- the state of being safe or sheltered from pursuit, danger or
difficulty
7. Anyway, here’s what happened at Grand Central.
One night last summer I worked late at the office. I
was in a hurry to get uptown to my apartment, so I
decided to take the subway from Grand Central
because it’s faster than the bus.
8. Now, I don’t know why this should have happened
to me. I’m just an ordinary guy named Charley,
thirty-one years old, and I was wearing a tan
gabardine suit and a straw hat with a fancy band; I
passed a dozen men who looked just like me. And
I wasn’t trying to escape from anything; I just
wanted to get home to Louisa, my wife.
Gabardine- a smooth, durable, twill-woven worsted
or cotton cloth.
9. I turned into Grand Central from Vanderbilt Avenue, and
went down the steps to the first level, where you take trains
like the Twentieth Century. Then I walked down another
flight to the second level, where the suburban trains leave
from, ducked into an arched doorway heading for the
subway and got lost. That’s easy to do. I’ve been in and out
of Grand Central hundreds of times, but I’m always bumping
into new doorways and stairs and corridors. Once I got into
a tunnel about a mile long and came out in the lobby of the
Roosevelt Hotel. Another time I came up in an office
building on Forty-sixth Street, three blocks away.
10. Sometimes I think Grand Central is growing like a
tree, pushing out new corridors and staircases like
roots. There’s probably a long tunnel that nobody
knows about feeling its way under the city right now,
on its way to Times Square, and maybe another to
Central Park. And maybe because for so many
people through the years Grand Central has been an
exit, a way of escape maybe that’s how the tunnel I
got into... But I never told my psychiatrist friend about
that idea.
11. The corridor I was in began angling left and slanting downward and I
thought that was wrong, but I kept on walking. All I could hear was
the empty sound of my own footsteps and I didn’t pass a soul. Then
I heard that sort of hollow roar ahead that means open space and
people talking. The tunnel turned sharp left; I went down a short
flight of stairs and came out on the third level at Grand Central
Station. For just a moment I thought I was back on the second level,
but I saw the room was smaller, there were fewer ticket windows
and train gates, and the information booth in the centre was wood
and old looking. And the man in the booth wore a green eyeshade
and long black sleeve protectors. The lights were dim and sort of
flickering. Then I saw why; they were open-flame gaslights.
12. There were brass spittoons on the floor, and across the station a
glint of light caught my eye; a man was pulling a gold watch from
his vest pocket. He snapped open the cover, glanced at his watch
and frowned. He wore a derby hat, a black four-button suit with tiny
lapels, and he had a big, black, handlebar mustache. Then I
looked around and saw that everyone in the station was dressed
like eighteen-ninety-something; I never saw so many beards,
sideburns and fancy mustaches in my life. A woman walked in
through the train gate; she wore a dress with leg-of-mutton sleeves
and skirts to the top of her high-buttoned shoes. Back of her, out
on the tracks, I caught a glimpse of a locomotive, a very small
Currier & Ives locomotive with a funnel-shaped stack. And then I
knew.
13. Spittoons- a metal or earthenware pot typically having a
funnel-shaped top, used for spitting into
Vest- a garment worn on the upper part of the body
Snapped- break suddenly and completely
Locomotive- a powered railway vehicle used for pulling
trains
14. To make sure, I walked over to a newsboy and glanced at
the stack of papers at his feet. It was The World; and The
World hasn’t been published for years. The lead story said
something about President Cleveland. I have found that front
page since, in the Public Library files, and it was printed
June 11, 1894.
I turned toward the ticket windows knowing that here on the
third level at Grand Central I could buy tickets that would
take Louisa and me anywhere in the United States we
wanted to go. In the year 1894. And I wanted two tickets to
Galesburg, Illinois. Have you ever been there?
15. It’s a wonderful town still, with big old frame houses,
huge lawns, and tremendous trees whose branches meet
overhead and roof the streets. And in 1894, summer
evenings were twice as long, and people sat out on their
lawns, the men smoking cigars and talking quietly, the
women waving palm-leaf fans, with the fire-flies all
around, in a peaceful world. To be back there with the
First World War still twenty years off, and World War II
over forty years in the future... I wanted two tickets for
that.
16. The clerk figured the fare as he glanced at my fancy
hatband, but he figured the fare and I had enough for
two coach tickets, one way. But when I counted out the
money and looked up, the clerk was staring at me. He
nodded at the bills. That ain’t money, mister, he said, and
if you’re trying to skin me, you won’t get very far, and he
glanced at the cash drawer beside him. Of course the
money was old-style bills, half again as big as the money
we use nowadays, and different-looking. I turned away
and got out fast. There’s nothing nice about jail, even in
1894.
17. And that was that. I left the same way I came, I suppose.
Next day, during lunch hour, I drew three hundred dollars
out of the bank, nearly all we had, and bought old-style
currency (that really worried my psychiatrist friend). You
can buy old money at almost any coin dealers, but you
have to pay a premium. My three hundred dollars bought
less than two hundred in old-style bills, but I didn't care;
eggs were thirteen cents a dozen in 1894.
18. But I’ve never again found the corridor that leads to the third level
at Grand Central Station, although I’ve tried often enough. Louisa
was pretty worried when I told her all this, and didn’t want me to
look for the third level any more, and after a while I stopped; I went
back to my stamps. But now we are both looking, every weekend,
because now we have proof that the third level is still there. My
friend Sam Weiner disappeared! Nobody knew where, but I sort of
suspected because Sam’s a city boy, and I used to tell him about
Galesburg — I went to school there and he always said he liked
the sound of the place. And that’s where he is, all right. In 1894.
19. Because one night, fussing with my stamp collection, I
found - Well, do you know what a first-day cover is?
When a new stamp is issued, stamp collectors buy some
and use them to mail envelopes to themselves on the
very first day of sale; and the postmark proves the date.
The envelope is called a first-day cover. They are never
opened; you just put blank paper in the envelope.
20. That night, among my oldest first-day covers, I found one
that shouldn’t have been there. But there it was. It was
there because someone had mailed it to my grandfather
at his home in Galesburg; that’s what the address on the
envelope said. And it had been there since July 18, 1894
the postmark showed that yet I didn’t remember it at all.
The stamp was a six-cent, dull brown, with a picture of
President Garfield. Naturally, when the envelope came to
Granddad in the mail, it went right into his collection and
stayed there till I took it out and opened it. The paper
inside wasn’t blank. It read:
21. 941 Willard Street Galesburg,
Illinois
July 18, 1894
Charley
I got to wishing that you were right. Then I got to
believing you were right. And, Charley, it’s true; I found
the third level! I’ve been here two weeks, and right now,
down the street at the Daly’s, someone is playing a
piano, and they’re all out on the front porch singing
“seeing Nelly Home.” And I’m invited over for lemonade.
Come on back, Charley and Louisa. Keep looking till you
find the third level! It’sworth it, believe me!
22. The note is signed Sam.
At the stamp and coin store I go to, I found out that Sam
bought eight hundred dollars’ worth of old-style currency.
That ought to set him up in a nice little hay, feed and
grain business; he always said that’s what he really
wished he could do, and he certainly can’t go back to his
old business. Not in Galesburg, Illinois, in 1894. His old
business? Why, Sam was my psychiatrist.