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

<passage>:
Get help? Not this old lady and her daughter. Not this Neanderthal sailor on his way to a bar and a blonde. Not the bookkeeper. Maybe the car salesman, ex-Army, Lions Club member, beefy, respectable, well-intentioned, not a complete fool. The guy on the corner reading a newspaper by the bus stop. "I need help," I panted to him. "Somebody's trying to kidnap me." "This heat is murder, isn't it? Especially here in these concrete to stretch back, ever further away from the glossy fronts into the crumbling stone. "Listen to me! These people, they're conspiring against me, trying to carrying a briefcase. And, reassuringly, he was in a hurry. drive me insane! Two men, a girl—" "For my money, Marilyn Monroe is the doll of the world. I just don't A man brushed past me, wearing an Ivy League suit and snap-brim hat, understand these guys who say she hasn't got class. She gets class by would say if I cued him with "baseball" or "Russia" instead of the key words I had used. I decided to chance it. I certainly wanted to do it in the worst way. satirizing girls without any...." He was like anybody you might talk to on the street. I knew what he Modern Man with two-trouser suit. skeleton supporting the shell of a human being and two-thirds of a a modern woman fronting it, a Big Big Book of Buck Rogers and the Hide. Cartons, bottles, what looked like the skin of a dehydrated human . being—obviously, on second thought, only the discarded skin of one of the things like the one I had deflated. I went in, the brass handle making me conscious of the sweat on my palm. The old man sat behind a fortress of magazines and books, treacherously And which he had answered. reading the funnies in a newspaper. His bald head swiveled on the hunched shoulders of his sweater which was azuring toward white. He parents, children, grandparents, the caption: Vodka is a Part of the American Tradition. All of it lying here to rot. "Don't tell me reading isn't a craving with some of you fellows. I've grab up them horror magazines and read and read, until sweat starts rolling off the end of their nose. I've hardly got the heart to throw 'em out." "Spunky, aren't you? I meant mental toughness. That's the one thing The old man snickered. "I know what you want. Indeed I do. This way." "We've been trying to get it to grow back up," Sergeant said upon stacks of air-war pulp magazines. "Fifteen cents for ones in good condition," the old man pronounced the reasonably. "Think of this. Fountain of Youth. Immortality. Rejuvenation. This is it. Never mind how it works. Most minds can't ritual, "a dime for ones with incomplete covers, three for a quarter, stand being young and knowing they will have to go through the same check 'em at the desk when you go." have to, , G-8 and his to retain your identity." Wings , beta . a painted-on flying suit hanging from the struts of a Tiger Moth. "This one, this one," he said. "This must be a good one. I bet she alpha territory, while they were striking sets, even. Beta or not, we gave you good service. Don't slip now." you expect of a Vickers was chattering in answer to Spandaus, firing through the screw Here he comes, the Spandaus firing right through the screw in perfect synchronization. Look at that chivalrous wave. You can almost see the dueling scar on his cheek from old Krautenberg. He can afford to be canyons. Sometimes I wish I was back in Springfield. Cool, shaded streets...." But not enough. God, what a mess. That damned castor oil in the carburetor. I'll be in the W. C. until oh-six-hundred.... No, the air wasn't one of castor oil but the pleasant smell of aged through. The blonde is running toward Farnum as he polishes off the rest of the gang and dismounts, her blouse shredded, revealing one breast—is Japs in comic books. Only, hadn't he sold Liberty Bonds with Helen Morgan? And at school I had bought Defense—War—Savings—Security—Liberty—Freedom—I had bought stamps had been replaced by . "Right into our laps." ." Before I even got a chance to try, he said: "What did you do?" "I didn't do anything!" "Out." "Really, officers—" "What's your name?" "Hilliard Turner. There—" "We don't want you going back there again, Turner, causing trouble. with the girl in the elastic flying suit. "Filth," he said. "You know about the laws governing pornography, Turner." "Those aren't pornography and they are my property!" to read these. They aren't good for you. We're confiscating them." "Look here, I'm a citizen! You can't—" it, Turner? You a narcotics user?" They stood away from me and let me fold helplessly to the greasy brick. "Stay away from that neighborhood and stay out of trouble," Sarge's The solution was obvious. First of all, I positively could not were mere hallucinations. Neither could I remember drinking bootleg hooch in speak-easies, hearing Floyd Gibbons announce the Dempsey-Tunney fight, or paying $3.80 to get into the first run of Gone with the Wind . punishing me to make me stay in my trap of the present. Oh, God. Or if there was no help for me, it was my duty to have myself placed where I couldn't harm other consumers. one at random, for no particular reason. Dr. Ernest G. Rickenbacker. I memorized the address and heaved myself to my feet. "Mr. Turner, I can't seem to find any record of an appointment for you "Maybe I had better go." "I won't hear of it." familiar. . there in front of my desk and tell me all about it. Remember, I'm a psychiatrist, a doctor, not just a psychoanalyst." I followed his spidering hand and sure enough, there they were. Stacks "I see. Have you read much science fiction, Mr. Turner?" "Some. I read a lot. All kinds of books. Tolstoi, Twain, Hemingway, Luke Short, John D. MacDonald, Huxley." them instead of live them. Catharsis. Sublimate, Mr. Turner. For instance, to a certain type of person, I often recommend the mysteries of Mickey Spillane." travel...." "Mr. Turner, do you really believe in 'time travel'?" time travel...." "But you did, Mr. Turner. You told me all about thinking you could go "Of course." "Please try to keep from getting violent, Mr. Turner. People like you actually have more control over themselves than you realize. If you will yourself to be calm...." "Now," Sergeant said, steepling his fingers, "I know of a completely nice place in the country. Of course, if you respond properly...." Those hands of his. " Please , Mr. Turner! violence will—" Sarge. "Locked," Sergeant supplied. can't win them all, and I had been in a lot of scraps when I had been younger. (Hadn't I?) fourteenth, I remembered. I had seen it done in movies all my life. Harold Lloyd, Douglas Fairbanks, Buster Keaton were always doing it for some reason or other. I had a good reason. let's-have-no-foolishness tone: "Get in here." You aren't going to be able to Immelmann out of this dive, Turner. Good-by, Turner. Death. drawing, crudely done, a cartoon. less, but Down

<question>:
What word best describes Mr. Turner?

<options>:
A Practical
B Trusting
C Paranoid
D Wealthy

<answer>:

C