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

<passage>:
Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.] He was dangerously insane. He threatened to destroy everything that was noble and decent—including my date with my girl! When the elevator didn't come, that just made the day perfect. A broken But of all times for it to happen! For literally months I'd been morning—right after the egg yolk—and invited myself down to her place. "Ten o'clock," she'd said, smiling sweetly at me out of the attack anybody! We just want to be left in peace!" o'clock, she meant ten o'clock. Don't get me wrong. I don't mean that Linda's a perfectionist or a "How do I know that?" he demanded. fixation on that one subject of punctuality. The result of her job, Project and had blown itself up. Well, of course, after working as an ore-sled dispatcher for three years, Linda quite naturally was a bit obsessed. I remember one time, shortly after we'd started dating, when I arrived at her place five minutes late and found her having hysterics. She thought I'd been killed. She couldn't visualize anything less than that keeping me from arriving at the designated moment. When I told her what actually had said. "How do I know what they're thinking?" "They're human beings, aren't they?" he cried. "Like you? Like me? Like I shook my head, dumbfounded. "I can't answer a question like that," I ?" all the other people in this mausoleum?" happened—I'd broken a shoe lace—she refused to speak to me for four I waited, looking as attentive as possible. Romantic Approach: "Darling, I can't live without you at the moment. Straightforward Approach: "Linda, I'm going to be needing a wife for at that time with than you." Actually, though I wouldn't even have admitted this to Linda, much less to anyone else, I loved her in more than a Non-P way. But even if we both had been genetically desirable (neither of us were) I knew that Linda relished her freedom and independence too much to ever contract for any kind of marriage other than Non-P—Non-Permanent, No Progeny. So I rehearsed my various approaches, realizing that when the time came I would probably be so tongue-tied I'd be capable of no more than a blurted, "Will you marry me?" and I struggled with zippers and It never took more than two or three minutes to get to her place, so I The elevator had always arrived before, within thirty seconds of would come after all? Or hurry back to the apartment and call Linda, to give her advance warning that I would be late? Of course! Linda expected me at any moment. And she knew what I wanted to say to her, so quite naturally she had disconnected the phone, to they'd be able to hear me in sub-basement three. I got some more letters that spelled: BUSY. It took three tries before I got through to a hurried-looking female receptionist "My name is Rice!" I bellowed. "Edmund Rice! I live on the "The-elevator-is-disconnected." She said it very rapidly, as though she "We-will-resume-service-as-soon-as-possible," she rattled. My bellowing was bouncing off her like radiation off the Project force-screen. I changed tactics. First I inhaled, making a production out of it, giving myself a chance to calm down a bit. And then I asked, as "I-am-sorry-sir-but-that——" "Stop," I said. I said it quietly, too, but she stopped. I saw her looking at me. She hadn't done that before, she'd merely gazed blankly at her screen and parroted her responses. But now she was actually looking at me . I took advantage of the fact. Calmly, rationally, I said to her, "I would like to tell you something, Miss. I would like to tell you just what you people have done to me by disconnecting the elevator. You have ruined my life." She blinked, open-mouthed. "Ruined your life?" "Precisely." I found it necessary to inhale again, even more slowly than before. "I was on my way," I explained, "to propose to a girl whom I dearly love. In every way but one, she is the perfect woman. Do you understand me?" She nodded, wide-eyed. I had stumbled on a romantic, though I was too preoccupied to notice it at the time. "In every way but one," I continued. "She has one small imperfection, a fixation about punctuality. And I was supposed to meet her at ten marry me, she won't even speak to me! Not now! Not after this!" "Sir," she said tremulously, "please don't shout." "I'm not shouting!" "Sir, I'm terribly sorry. I understand your—" understand ?" I trembled with speechless fury. She looked all about her, and then leaned closer to the screen, revealing a cleavage that I was too distraught at the moment to pay any attention to. "We're not supposed to give this information out, sir," she said, her voice low, "but I'm going to tell you, so you'll understand why we had to do it. I think it's perfectly awful that it had to ruin things for you this way. But the fact of the matter is—" "Well—but why should there be any problem about getting him out?" "He runs it up and down the shaft," she explained, "trying to crush anybody who goes after him." "Oh," I said. "So it might take a while." She leaned so close this time that even I, distracted as I was, could hardly help but take note of her cleavage. She whispered, "They're afraid they'll have to starve him out." "Oh, no!" She nodded solemnly. "I'm terribly sorry, sir," she said. Then she Kilbillie called the Ungentlemanly Gentleman's War. the Ungentlemanly Gentleman's War, known to the textbooks of course as It seems there was a power-struggle between two sets of then-existing nations (they were something like Projects, only horizontal instead of were our safeguards only so long as all potential enemies were on the other side of them. I sat shaken, digesting this news, until suddenly I remembered Linda. open-mouthed and wide-eyed. Unfortunately, he recovered first. "Two cups is fine," he said. "One for each of us." And now I had yet another grudge against this blasted spy. Which reminded me again of Linda. From the looks of things, I wasn't ever going to get to her place. By now she was probably in mourning for me Don't you people ever test them?" "No. Why should we?" "For what? Who cares about that?" a fanatical flame. "Don't you ever wish to get Outside?" Incredible! I nearly poured boiling water all over myself. "Outside? Of course not!" "The same thing," he grumbled, "over and over again. Always the same it as though it were a finger, not a gun. "Listen, you," he snapped. "So what happened?" he demanded, and immediately answered himself. "I'll tell you what happened! Just as he was about to make that first That's what he did!" To say that all of this was incomprehensible would be an extreme saying, "Here's your coffee." "Put it on the table," he said, switching instantly from raving maniac to watchful spy. He grinned bitterly, with one side of his mouth. "Of course. The damn He asked the question so violently and urgently that I knew I had to answer quickly and well, or the maniac would return. "I—I wouldn't "Well—" It was such a pointless question, it seemed silly to even

<question>:
Why did his girlfriend put such an emphasis on promptness?

<options>:
A She thought being late was rude
B She was a perfectionist
C She was conditioned by her work
D She was a controlling person

<answer>:

C