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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to afford to live belowground—underhandedly pretend theirs was an aboveboard society! Larhgan shook her beautiful head disturbed him much more, and when she said, "No, Skkiru, I am not joking," a tiny pang of doubt and There was regret on the Dilettante's thin face—an obviously insincere No longer able to control his rage and grief, he turned a triple somersault in the air with rage. "Then why was I made a beggar and she was forced to lift the robe and wipe all three of the lenses on the smooth, soft, spun metal of his top underskirt. "After all," he went on speaking as he wiped, "I have to be high Skkiru coiled his antennae at Bbulas, hoping the insult would provoke him into an unbecoming whirl, but the Dilettante remained calm. One of the chief outward signs of Terran-type training was self-control and Bbulas had been thoroughly terranized. behaving in a beggarly manner!" "And I have already explained to you, Skkiru," Bbulas said, with a patience much more infuriating than the girl's anger, "that I had no , Skkiru muttered to himself, and a little sleight of hand. But he didn't dare offer this conclusion aloud the libel laws of Larhgan ignored his unfeeling observations. "I shall set myself apart from mundane affairs," she vowed, "and I shall pretend to be happy, even though my heart will be breaking." It was only at that moment that Skkiru realized just how outrageous the pretty damn silly, Skkiru thought, at the same time conscious of his romantic Terrestrial hearts, sufficiently wretched to charm the most anyway. He always answered questions it had never seemed to penetrate the Terrans' own to be of interest to them," he said, with affected long, soulful glance that made his hearts sink down to his quivering toes, "but I promise you there will never be anyone else for me—and triple silence. "Alms, for the love of Ipsnadd," Skkiru chanted, as the two Terrans in case, by some extremely remote chance, the Terrans had acquired a His teeth chattered as he spoke, for the rags he wore had been custom-weatherbeaten for him by the planet's best tailor—now a pariah, self-levitation were on the prohibited list as being insufficiently primitive. The outside was no place for a civilized human being, particularly worn by the members of the procession appeared to be doing them much good, either. It gave him a kind of melancholy pleasure to see that the privileged ones were likewise trying to repress shivers. Though their costumes were rich, they were also scanty, particularly in the case of the females, for Earthmen had been reported by tape and tale to be humanoid. The newcomers were indeed humanoid, he saw. Only the peculiarly pasty color of their skins and their embarrassing lack of antennae In fact, the Terrestrials were quite decent-looking life-forms, frequently seen pictures of them, but everyone knew how easily those could be retouched. Why, it was the Terrestrials themselves, he had always understood, who had invented the art of retouching—thus proving beyond a doubt that they had something to hide. "Look, Raoul," the older of the two Earthmen said in Terran—which the Snaddrath were not, according to the master plan, supposed to than a pamphlet out of it, as we were unable to stay long enough to amass enough material for a really definitive work. The natives tried to eat us, so we had to leave in somewhat of a hurry." "Oh, they were cannibals?" the other Earthman asked, so respectfully that it was easy to deduce he was the subordinate of the two. "How horrible!" "No, not at all," the other assured him. "They weren't human—another species entirely—so you could hardly call it cannibalism. In fact, it was quite all right from the ethical standpoint, but abstract moral considerations seemed less important to us than self-preservation "I hope these creatures are not man-eaters," Raoul commented, with shoulder. "I have every confidence in your ability." Either he was stupid, Skkiru thought, or he was lying, in spite of Bbulas' asseverations that untruth was unknown to Terrestrials—which had always seemed highly improbable, anyway. How could any intelligent life-form possibly stick to the truth all the time? It wasn't human it wasn't even humanoid "The natives certainly appear to be human enough," Raoul added, with an appreciative glance at the females, who had been selected for the However, it couldn't be—a robot would be better constructed and less interested in females than Raoul. "Remember," Cyril said sternly, "we must not establish undue rapport with the native females. It tends to detract from true objectivity." Cyril assumed a more cheerful aspect "I should like to give this chap "The language of the stomach, like the language of love, is said to be Skkiru accepted the candy with suitable—and entirely genuine—murmurs resistance to weather, and never before had he had to endure so much weather all at once. On Earth, he had heard, where people lived exposed to weather, they no such measures, for its population—like its natural resources—was dwindling rapidly. Still, Skkiru thought, as he moodily munched on the chocolate, it would have been better to flicker out on their own than to descend to a subterfuge like this for nothing more than survival. Being a beggar, Skkiru discovered, did give him certain small, segregated from the rest by a chain of their own devising—a poetic thought, that was, but well in keeping with his beggarhood. Beggars were often poets, he believed, and poets almost always beggars. Since metal, but they were solid. All the garments visible or potentially visible were of woven metal, because, although there was cloth on the planet, it was not politic for the Earthmen to discover how heavily the the emotional impression upon him then that it did now, when, standing there, clad in beauty, dignity and warm clothes, she bade the newcomers welcome in several thousand words not too well chosen for her by contemplating Larhgan's apparently universal charms to pay much attention to the expression on his companion's face. "But why is it," Raoul whispered in Terran as he glanced around out of themselves into the spirit of their roles, could not be so carried away that they would give handouts to a young man whom they had been accustomed to see basking in the bosom of luxury. Unfortunately, the fees that he'd received in the past had not enabled for his planet in many ways—but wantonly starving to death as the As if all this weren't bad enough, he had been done an injury which struck directly at his professional pride. He hadn't even been allowed It wasn't that Skkiru didn't understand well enough that Snaddra had been forced into making such a drastic change in its way of life. What resources it once possessed had been depleted and—aside from minerals—they had never been very extensive to begin with. All altogether. And that was where the Planetary Dilettante came in. The traditional office of Planetary Dilettante was a civil-service the person who scored highest in intelligence, character and general gloonatz. However, the tests were inadequate when it came to measuring sense of proportion, adaptiveness and charm—and there, Skkiru felt, was where the essential flaw lay. After all, no really effective test The winner was sent to Gambrell, the nearest planet with a Terran The Dilettante's official function had always been, in theory, to serve President, had decided, when he and the Parliament had awakened to the status of beggar it was his duty to do so. Moreover, as in the case of the planet, there was no choice. life? There was no reason why, within the framework of the primitive should not make something of himself and show that a beggar was worthy

<question>:
What did the dilettante think about the humans?

<options>:
A They wanted to colonize Snaddra
B They had antennae
C They were interested in studying advanced civilizations
D They were unable to lie

<answer>:

D