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

<passage>:
MANNERS AND CUSTOMS OF THE THRID The Thrid were the wisest creatures in space—they even said so themselves! But also, and contradictorily, he saw them as right and just, or as wrong and intolerable. As a business man, he should have kept his mind Thriddar. Most of them wanted to use missile weapons—which the Thrid did not use—to change the local social system. Most humans got off Thriddar—fast! And boiling mad. Jorgenson had stood it longer than most because in spite of their convictions he liked the Thrid. Their minds did do outside loops, and come up with intolerable convictions. But they were intelligent enough. They had steam-power and even steam-driven atmosphere fliers, but they humans simply couldn't accept—even though it applied only to Thrid. The ordinary Thrid, with whom Jorgenson did business, weren't bad all the Thrid—and when Jorgenson finished his breakfast a high Thrid other Thrid, wearing the formal headgear that said they were Witnesses Witness hats, became utterly silent. The high official made a sound equivalent to clearing his throat. The stillness became death-like. "On this day," intoned the high official, while the Witnesses listened reverently, "on this day did Glen-U the Never-Mistaken, as have been his predecessors throughout the ages —on this day did the always scared under an absolute ruler, but the Grand Panjandrum was worse than that. He couldn't make a mistake. Whatever he said had to be true, because he said it, and sometimes it had drastic results. But shouldn't have much to worry about. He waited. He thought of Ganti. He scowled. and observe that anyone hindering this loyal and admirable gift must, by the operation of truth, vanish from sight and nevermore be seen face to face by any rational being." The high official rolled up the scroll, while Jorgenson exploded inside. A part of this was reaction as a business man. A part was recognition of all the intolerable things that the Thrid took as a matter of not have left any trade-goods behind—and left the Grand Panjandrum to realize what he had lost when no off-planet goods arrived on Thriddar. was a particular case of everything he disliked on Thriddar. spot. The Witnesses murmured reverently: "We hear the words of the Never-Mistaken Glen-U." The high official tucked away the scroll and said blandly: "I will receive the moneys, goods, and benefactions it is the desire Jorgenson, boiling inside, nevertheless knew what he was doing. He said succinctly: "Like hell you will!" There was an idiom in Thrid speech that had exactly the meaning of the contradicted the Grand Panjandrum! Nobody! The Thrid had noticed long fundamental fact in the culture of the Thrid. Jorgenson. "Like hell you will!" The high official literally couldn't believe his ears. "But—but the great and Never-Mistaken Glen-U—" not want to give him anything! What he has said is not true!" This was the equivalent of treason, blasphemy and the ultimate of indecorous behavior toward a virgin Pelean princess. "I won't give him anything! I'm not even vanishing from sight! Glen-U is wrong about that, too! Now—git!" He jerked out his blaster and pulled the trigger. There was an explosive burst of flame from the ground between the could cross the compound without getting an electric shock that would discourage him. They began to believe. give itself to him, there was nothing to be done. It wanted to! The Grand Panjandrum had said so! Thrid just like you are! Of course he can make a mistake! There's nobody who can't be wrong!" unknown consequences for any Thrid who might be nearby. the trading-post. He put blasters in handy positions. The Thrid used only spears, knives and scimitars. Blasters would defend the post against a multitude. As a business man, he'd acted very foolishly. But he'd acted even less Thrid way of life was appalling, and what had happened to Ganti was let it disturb him. If the Thrid wanted things this way, it was their privilege. In theory, no Thrid should ever make a mistake, because he belonged was even more intelligent. If an ordinary Thrid challenged a local Thrid could contrive. If he was mad, he was confined for life. goods to Thriddar and take away other trade goods. The cost of doing could see the towers of the capital city of the Thrid. He could see a better. For the Thrid themselves. Here he thought not as a business be in the position of a Thrid whom everybody knew was mistaken. With generation. Then there might—there might!—be another. Jorgenson swore fluently and with passion. "It will not be long," said a tranquil voice. Jorgenson changed from human-speech profanity to Thrid. He directed his words to the unseen creature who'd spoken. That Thrid listened, Then he felt the bounds about his arms and legs being removed. Then a Thrid voice—amazingly, a familiar Thrid voice—said: The Thrid was Ganti, of whom Jorgenson had once had hopes as a business water for both of us. I wasn't sure they would." His calmness sobered Jorgenson. As a business man, he was moved to make He was calm about it. Only a Thrid would have been so calm. But they've had at least hundreds of generations in which to get used to injustice. He accepted it. But Jorgenson frowned. "You've got brains, Ganti. What's the chance of escape?" "None," said Ganti unemotionally. "You'd better get out of the sun. It'll burn you badly. Come along." lives to make this cave." Jorgenson ground his teeth a second time. "And just because they'd contradicted somebody who couldn't be wrong! and waked with aching muscles. Ganti assured him unemotionally that he'd get used to it. business man or as a person could he adjust to hopelessness. He racked his brains for the most preposterous or faintest hope of deliverance. There were times when as a business man he reproached himself for staying on Thriddar after he became indignant with the way felt such hatred of the manners and customs of the Thrid—which had The seaweed had long, flexible stems of which no use whatever could be made. When it dried, it became stiff and brittle but without strength. Once Ganti abruptly began to talk of his youth. As if he were examining something he'd never noticed before, he told of the incredible conditioning-education of the young members of his race. They learned that they must never make a mistake. Never! It did not matter if they were unskilled or inefficient. It did not matter if they accomplished So Thrid younglings were trained not to think not to have any opinion about anything only to repeat what nobody questioned only to do what particular meaning. But he was also a person, filled with hatred of the Thrid who had condemned him for life to this small island. He saw But by sunset he'd worked it out. While they watched Thrid's red sun mistakes he could make it a mistake not to land. "The crew is armed," said Ganti. "There are three of them." "They've only knives and scimitars," said Jorgenson. "They don't count. We can make better weapons than they have." Ganti looked skeptical. Jorgenson explained. He had to demonstrate crudely. The whole idea was novel to Ganti, but the Thrid were smart. Presently he grasped it. He said: lack of haste, with the lack of hope normal to prisoners to whom escape is impossible, even when they talk about escape. They could have been quivered inside. He hoped. "We'll try it," said Ganti detachedly, when he'd explained again. "If it fails, they'll only stop giving us food and water." in an art so long-forgotten that they had to reinvent the finer parts

<question>:
What is the most important value in Thrid culture?

<options>:
A Obedience
B Honesty
C Kindness
D Courage

<answer>:

A