Read the following passage and questions, then choose the right answer from options, the answer should be one of A, B, C, D.

<passage>:
him. Even the man at the Red Star confectionery, where he bought his cigar, remained silent while the purchase was being made. Mr. Chambers merely tapped on the glass top of the counter with a Nothing.... Weakly Mr. Chambers moved back to his chair in the corner. "So here I am," he said, half aloud. So there he was. Embattled in the last corner of the world that For people long ago had gathered that Mr. Chambers desired to be coin, the man reached in and brought forth the box, and Mr. Chambers took his cigar. That was all. left alone. The newer generation of townsfolk called it familiar hat rack and umbrella stand. revolutionary to cost Mr. Chambers his post at the university. A silver moon shone over the chimney tops and a chill, impish October wind was rustling the dead leaves when Mr. Chambers soaked up his will to make them walls and prints and lamps. And the face ... the face of magnitude ... of power of cosmic craft and evil.... Mr. Chambers turned his eyes back into the room. The clock was snarling and growling, snapping at his heels. But Mr. Chambers ticking slowly, steadily. The greyness was stealing into the A radio was blaring down the street and faint wisps of what it was blurting floated to Mr. Chambers. "... still taking place ... Empire State building disappeared ... room. pretended not to notice and the beast gave up the chase. thin air ... famed scientist, Dr. Edmund Harcourt...." The wind whipped the muted words away and Mr. Chambers grumbled "Oh, well," said Mr. Chambers, "I never did like that very well." and with them went one corner of the room. Mr. Chambers had written. And then the elephant ash tray. But he pushed speculation away, sniffed the clean, crisp air again, looked at the familiar things that materialized out of the late Now as he sat there it didn't seem queer to be without the table That was a tenet he had laid down twenty years ago. There was a crowd of men in front of the drugstore at the corner of Oak and Lincoln and they were talking excitedly. Mr. Chambers caught some excited words: "It's happening everywhere.... What do you think it is.... The scientists can't explain...." But as Mr. Chambers neared them they fell into what seemed an abashed silence and watched him pass. He, on his part, gave them no sign of recognition. That was the way it had been for many wish to talk. One of the men half started forward as if to speak to him, but then stepped back and Mr. Chambers continued on his walk. Mr. Chambers started. The clock had stopped. Funny ... the first Back at his own front door he stopped and as he had done a The room, or what was left of it, plunged into dreadful silence. waited for it. time in twenty years. He had no cigar. For the first time he had neglected to purchase his evening smoke. Shaken, muttering to himself, Mr. Chambers let himself in his house and locked the door behind him. He hung his hat and coat on the rack in the hall and walked Every detail of the room was engraved in his mind with ... the mantelpiece with the dusty bric-a-brac the elephant ash tray on the tabaret and, most important of all, the marine print. Mr. Chambers loved that picture. It had depth, he always said. It showed an old sailing ship in the foreground on a placid sea. Far in the distance, almost on the horizon line, was the vague outline of a larger vessel. There were other pictures, too. The forest scene above the fireplace, the old English prints in the corner where he sat, the Currier and Ives above the radio. But the ship print was directly in his line of vision. He could see it without turning his head. He had put it there because he liked it best. Further reverie became an effort as Mr. Chambers felt himself succumbing to weariness. He undressed and went to bed. For an When finally he dozed off it was to lose himself in a series of horrific dreams. He dreamed first that he was a castaway on a tiny islet in mid-ocean, that the waters around the island teemed Mr. Chambers shivered, reached to turn up the collar of his coat, then stopped as he realized the room must be warm. A fire blazed merrily in the grate. The cold he felt came from something ... he had ever sensed before. Not a homey, comfortable silence ... but a silence that hinted at emptiness and nothingness. There was something back of this, Mr. Chambers told himself. central theme of the talk he overheard: the wars and plagues. upon the mantel. Mr. Chambers got to his feet, strode to the door, opened it and looked out. Moonlight tesselated the street in black and silver, etching the dimensions, became once again the stodgy house he knew it had to be. With a sigh of relief, Mr. Chambers turned back into the hall. But before he closed the door, he looked again. The house was them, lost the keen edge of fantastic terror that lurked around them. The light through the windows slowly grew brighter. Mr. Chambers slid out of bed, slowly crossed to the window, the cold of the looked. Mr. Chambers was sure of that. And now he saw the faint outlines of his neighbor's house ... but those outlines were all wrong. They didn't jibe and fit together ... of Oak and Jefferson was waiting for him once again and came out when he thought of how it should look. Perhaps if he thought of how his neighbor's house should look, it too might right itself. But Mr. Chambers was very weary. Too weary to think about the house. first shelf, his many scientific works on the lower shelves. The second shelf contained but one book. And it was around this book that Mr. Chambers' entire life was centered. Twenty years ago he had written it and foolishly attempted to teach Mr. Chambers took it down now, opened its cover and began thumbing slowly through the pages. For a moment the memory of happier days swept over him. ages may have moulded an imagery of that space in which he lives, our world will dissolve beneath our feet and before our eyes as Abruptly Mr. Chambers closed the book, shoved it back in the case he approached them the houses materialized like two dimensional pictures without perspective, like twisted cardboard soldiers lining up for review on a misty morning. With a wild cry, Mr. Chambers turned and ran. Back down the street he raced, coat streaming after him in the wind, bowler hat bouncing on his head. Vague and indistinct, yet cast in stereoscopic outline, a streamers and ellipses above the higher levels. And beyond, like a final backdrop, rose a titanic wall. It was from that wall ... from its crenelated parapets and battlements that Mr. Chambers felt the eyes peering at him. Thousands of eyes glaring down with but a single purpose. And as he continued to look, something else seemed to take form the vision faded like a darkened magic-lantern, and the grayness moved in again. Mr. Chambers pushed open the door of his house. But he did not He sighed with relief as he saw the room was unchanged. Everything in its accustomed place: the clock, the lamp, the elephant ash tray, the marine print on the wall. the person who lives in them, become a part of him. This was his go. But how long could he ... his brain ... maintain its existence? Mr. Chambers stared at the marine print and for a moment a little breath of reassurance returned to him. They our world will dissolve beneath our feet and before our eyes as

<question>:
How does Mr. Chambers' favorite picture symbolize the events in the story?

<options>:
A Mr. Chambers is the ship in the foreground and the other universe is the vague outline of the larger ship.
B The picture does not symbolize any events in the story.
C Mr. Chambers is the ship in the foreground, and his old life is the vague outline of the larger ship.
D Mr. Chambers is the ship in the foreground, and other people are the vague outline of the larger ship.

<answer>:

A