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

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man walked back inside his suit like a robot, but it was a delicate adjustment, controlling power circuits from outside a suit. It was too much for us—we were too tired, too numb, too drunk. . That's why I'm Captain." Quade was delirious and we were drunk. He got away from us and jogged toward the herd. stiff space armor was holding up our slack frames. "Let's let him escape," Hoffman suggested on the audio circuit. "I'd like to," Nagurski admitted, "but the other beasts won't let us get past their circle." do, and I'm closer to retirement." "That's a shallow excuse for complacency." "Complacency! I've seen ten thousand wonders in twenty years of space, with a million variations. But the patterns repeat themselves. We learn to know what to expect, so maybe we can't maintain the reactionary caution the service likes in officers." "I resent the word 'reactionary,' Spaceman! In civilian life, I was a lapidary and I learned the value of deliberation. But I never got shouldn't risk losing them and getting stuck here." than a figurehead." Was this the way I was to be treated? Why, this man had deliberately insulted me, his captain. I controlled myself, remembering the familiarity that had always existed between members of a crew working "We go out and find the reason." "Exactly. We go. You and me. I hope you can stand my company." to death—if my gauges tell me it's a lie." I examined his bandisprayed hide. "I think my way of gaining experience is less painful and more efficient." Quade squirmed. "Yes, sir. One thing, sir—I don't understand how you "I'm not sure I can," he answered reluctantly. "My hazard pay doesn't familiar conditions—right?" "Yes, sir, I suppose I could," Quade said, bitterly aware he had lost out somewhere and hoping that it wasn't the start of a trend. were trying to find out things about their world, so they even offered us one of their own kind to study. Unfortunately, he was too much for "Apparently, Quade, this thing is going to creep up on us." Quade nodded. "I've felt this before. It usually hits sooner. Let's trace it." "I don't like this," I admitted. "It's not at all what I expected from "But you're losing confidence , Quade! You aren't sure of yourself any more. Isn't confidence a spaceman's most valuable asset?" "The hell it is," Quade said grimly. "It's his deadliest liability." "In that case, I must inform you that I am demoting you to Acting staying alive." There was no reply. His expression was tart and greasy despite all his light talk, and I'll lose hazard pay and be that much further from retirement!" "That's tough," I sympathized, "but in every service a chap gets broken to stay alive out here. I just hope I don't forget." I thought about that. I was nearly through with my first mission and in rank now and then." experience aboard. "Quade," I said, "space isn't as dangerous as all that." I clapped him on the shoulder fraternally. "You worry too much!" "Maybe it's worth it," Quade said heavily. "Now maybe I've learned how I knew mine was the same. I tested the security rope between our Quade was as conversational as ever, though. "I can't see irregularities occurring in a gravitational field. We must have compensated for the transphasia while we still had a point of bang and deflates to a tired joke." Before I could agree with one of his theories for once, a streak of "Not for an experienced spaceman," Quade griped. "I'm used to free-fall." But he turned back. to get used to it." He said nothing on the route back to the spacer. Bruce. A heavy tail thudded on the steel deck from time to time. My finger could barely get in the chafing band of my regulation collar. I was hot and tired, fresh—in only the chronological sense—from a pressure suit. master is the most content." "Bruce is content," I admitted. "He couldn't be any more content and still be alive. But I'm not sure that theory works out with men. We'd have anarchy if I tried to let these starbucks pick their own master." " I had no trouble when I was a captain," Nagurski said. "Ease the He blinked, then decided to laugh. "I've been in space a good many years. I really wanted to relax a little bit more. Besides, the increase in hazard pay was actually more than my salary as a captain. I'm a notch nearer retirement too." "Tell me, did you always feel this way about letting the men select their own leader?" test lab, suspicious of everything, trying to tell the old hands what to do. But I learned that they are pretty smart boys Nagurski. Your trust of these damn-fool spacemen is why you are no longer a captain. You can't trust anything out here in space, much less back home. Listen," I continued earnestly, "these men aren't going to think of me—of us "Three miles isn't good enough. We don't have enough fuel to change sites that often. You can't use the drive in a gravitational field, you know." "What else can we do, Captain?" Nagurski asked puzzledly. "Cannibalizing is dangerous." Nagurski put his pipe in his teeth and "Nagurski, if you are looking for a job safer than space exploration, Nagurski flushed. "Look here, Captain, you are being too damned lazy, lax, complacent slobs want to do something in a particular way, I know it has "The idiot!" I yelped. "Everyone needs a partner out there. Send out a team to follow his cable and drag him in here by it." hadn't I recognized this before I let Quade escape to almost certain death? Wasn't it because I wanted him dead, because I resented the crew's resentment of my authority, and recognized in him the leader and symbol of this resentment? I threw away that idea along with my half-used cigarette. It might very well be true, but how did that help now? I had to think . I was going after him, that was certain. Not only for humane reasons—he was the most important member of the crew. With him around, there were only two opinions, his and mine. Without him, I'd have endless opinions to contend with. But it wouldn't do any good to go out no better equipped than he. There was no time to wait for tractors to be built if we wanted to spacesuits. But how would that leave us any better off than Quade? Why was Quade vulnerable in his spacesuit, as I knew from experience he would be? How could we be less vulnerable, or preferably invulnerable? "That would do it." "It would do something else. It would drive you nuts." I shrugged. "It might be distracting." "Captain, take my word for it," argued Farley. "Constant sonic feedback inside a spacesuit will set you rocking against the grain." "Devise some regular system of interruptions," I suggested. "Then the pattern will drive you crazy. Maybe in a few months, with luck, I could plan some harmonic scale you could tolerate—" I should be running "Ration it to the men!" "That's an accurate interpretation of my orders." job crawling over a melting, chunk-style Hershey bar. I was thankful for the invigorating Sousa march blasting inside my helmet. Before the "I have never giggled in my life, Nagurski." get him back to the spaceship fast. I've seen this kind of thing before with transphasia. His body cooled down because of the screaming wind—psychosomatic reaction—and his heating circuits compensated for

<question>:
Why was Nagurski happy to no longer be a captain?

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A The men didn't trust him
B He was suspicious of everything
C He had only wanted to do it for a few years
D He wanted less stress at work

<answer>:

D