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

<passage>:
LEX By W. T. HAGGERT Illustrated by WOOD BUTTON EACH TIME YOU ARE ESPECIALLY PLEASED. I SHOULD LIKE TO TAKE THIS OPPORTUNITY TO THANK YOU FOR YOUR INQUIRY, AND LOOK FORWARD TO SERVING YOU IN THE FUTURE AS I HAVE IN THE PAST. YOURS FAITHFULLY, LEX'." mere serene than a man who loves his work—but what happens when it loves him back? Keep your nerve, Peter Manners told himself the hall. Mr. Lexington is expecting you." for him. He went through it with his composure slipping still further from his before and shutting after him, until only one was left, and the last of his calm was blasted away by a bellow from within. just short of it, took a deep breath and huffed it out, took another, all the while thinking, Hold on now you're in no shape for an interview—and it's not your fault—this whole setup is geared to He let another bellow bounce off him as he blew out the second breath, straightened his jacket and tie, and walked in as an engineer applying for a position should. "Mr. Lexington?" he said. "I'm Peter Manners. The Association—" massive leather chairs, heavy patterned drapes, ornately framed paintings—by God, even a glass-brick manteled fireplace and bowls with His eyes eventually had to move to Lexington, and they were daunted frame supporting buttresses of muscle—with a vaulting head and drawbridge chin and a steel gaze that defied any attempt to storm it. But then Peter came out of his momentary flinch, and there was an age to the man, about 65, and he saw the muscles had turned to fat, the complexion ashen, the eyes set deep as though retreating from pain, and this was a citadel of a man, yes, but beginning to crumble. "What can you do?" asked Lexington abruptly. "Good," said Lexington. "Only a fool would try to answer that. Do you "Less than you think," Lexington said. "It's the preconceived notions "That guff about receiving training instead of wages!" said Lexington. their products being made, maybe you didn't. But you're a lot weaker in calculus than when you left school, and in a dozen other subjects too, aren't you?" admitted cautiously, "and I suppose I could use a refresher course in calculus." "I worked my way through," said Peter stiffly. "If you'd stayed with them five years, do you think you'd be able to get a job with someone else?" "Why'd you leave?" Lexington pursued, unrelenting. been, yes." "They start the talk about a shortage and then they keep it going. Why? So youngsters will take up engineering thinking they'll wind up among a "That's right." "Well," said Lexington unexpectedly, "there Lexington leaned back. "That's quite a lot of admissions you've made. "Well, am I?" Lexington demanded. Peter had the startling feeling that Lexington was rooting for him! of the old man's face and shoulders. He nodded with inexpressible tiredness. "Good again. The man I want doesn't exist. He has to be made—the same as I was. You qualify, so far. You've lost your illusions, but haven't had time yet to replace them with dogma or cynicism or bitterness. You saw immediately that fake humility or cockiness wouldn't get you anywhere here, and you were right. Those were the important things. The background data I got from the "Very good," said Lexington. "Most people only notice the automatic "Come on," said Lexington, getting massively to his feet. "I'll show Lexington went over to one of them and patted it lovingly. "Really, the toughest things in the place to design. But they're tremendously useful. You'll see a lot of them around." Lexington was about to leave the side of the machine when abruptly one frustrated embarrassment that crossed Lexington's face, only to be each one seemingly intent on cutting, bending, welding, grinding or carrying some bit of metal, or just standing idle, waiting for everywhere, scuttling from machine to machine, apparently with an exact knowledge of what they were doing and the most efficient way of doing it. speeding vehicle just in time to fall into the jaws of the punch press that was laboring beside him at the moment. Nervously, he looked for an exit, but his apprehension was unnecessary. The machines seemed to know where they were and avoided the two men, or stopped to wait for them to had engulfed him. "I don't even do those things, except for a few letters that come in every week that—it doesn't want to deal with by itself." when they walked back into Lexington's office and sat down. Lexington sagging and pale. Peter didn't trust himself to speak, and let the silence remain unbroken. Finally Lexington spoke. "I know it's hard to believe, but there it is." articles about factories like this one, but planned for ten, maybe twenty years in the future." "Damn fools!" exclaimed Lexington, getting part of his breath back. "They could have had it years ago, if they'd been willing to drop their idiotic notions about specialization." Lexington mopped his forehead with a large white handkerchief. Apparently the walk through the factory had tired him considerably, Lexington sank deeper in his chair and stared at the ceiling as he was killed in a car accident about then, and rightly or wrongly, that made me angrier with the union than anything else. If the union hadn't made things so tough for me from the beginning, I'd have had more time to spend with my wife before her death. As things turned out—well, I Lexington scowled. "I got sick of it. I decided to try developing one Lexington smiled. "Well, automated as it was, it couldn't compete with the old firm's equipment for next to nothing and I wound up with all my assets, but only one employee—me. When Lexington beamed, Peter felt a surge of relief. Talking with this man was like walking a tightrope. A word too much or a word too little might mean the difference between getting the job or losing it. "Exactly!" whispered Lexington, in an almost conspiratorial tone. "I do you like your coffee? Cream, sugar, both or black?" Lexington took the coffee from the top of the car, obviously angry ornately covered with gold leaf. "They look very expensive," he said. "Not only expensive, but stupid and impractical!" exploded Lexington. "They only hold half a cup, they'll break at a touch, every one has to so he kept silent. Lexington stared at his cup without touching it for a long while. Then he continued with his narrative. "I suppose it's all my own fault. I machine couldn't fix for itself." Handling the cup as if it were going to shatter at any moment, he took a gulp. "I began to see that the machine could understand the written replies it had seen leaving. But it was intelligible. It even displayed some traces of the personality the machine was acquiring. "It had chosen a name for itself, for instance—'Lex.' That shook me. You might think Lex Industries was named through an abbreviation of the name Lexington, but it wasn't. My wife's name was Alexis, and it machine was still learning from me, and I was afraid that any tantrums I threw might be imitated." the machine had taken the damnedest risks you ever saw on bids and contracts for supply. It was quoting impossible delivery times on ever sent. 'LEX—WHAT THE HELL?' I typed. "The answer came back in the jargon it had learned from letters it had seen, and I remember it as if it just happened. 'MR. A LEXINGTON, LEX

<question>:
What is Lexington’s personality like?

<options>:
A Eccentric and optimistically inclined
B Eccentric and prone to occasional outbursts
C Quiet and reserved
D Weathered and apathetic

<answer>:

B