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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that was unlike either Earth or the ship, a novel and exhilarating pseudo-widowhoods. Space-widowhood, for instance.... "Don't We had a bad time, both of us. After it was over, and I had a chance to think, I used it trying to look at things through your eyes. And that way I found out that when you walked up that gangway, you did the bravest thing I've ever known anyone to do. And you did it for me. It doesn't matter what else happened. Sue told me a lot about you that I house—the comfort, the safety, the—the it?" waist. It was like a benediction. "He'll be born on the Moon," he what she was doing to patch up their marriage. the field, to the laboring beetle of a red tractor bearing the gangway her gaze came to the tall sign over the entrance, she hurried it past sudden urge to blurt out that she had no validation—not her own, Miss Eagen (which, her neat lapel button attested, was her name) made to be all right. She was doing the biggest thing she'd ever done, and It to Nellie, to make Nellie think she was brave and adventurous, and that she was just doing it to surprise Jack. He'd said it during the quarrel, and he'd roared at her, "And that's "The Elsinore ?" She'd said it viciously, to taunt him, and something in her had been pleased at the dull flush that rose to his face. Everyone knew about the Elsinore on somebody else's fall." Even now she distinctly recalled the beginnings of the interplanetary when he was about to leave her for it. And this time it was worse than ever before. He went on remorselessly, "Once the Elsinore finest piece of shiphandling since mankind got off the ground." "Was it?" she'd yawned. "Could you do it?" "I—like to think I could," he said. "I'd hate to have to try." She hadn't meant to be so cruel. Or so stupid. But when they were quarreling, or when he talked that repugnant, dedicated, other-world garble, something always went cold and furious and—lonely inside her, "Those of you who haven't been in a rocket before won't find it much different from being in an airplane. At the same time—" She paused, quiet brown eyes solemn. "What you are about to experience is something that will make you proud to belong to the human race." That It looked the way she felt—flat and pale and devoid of life, with a had grown around the ship, Earth was a mystic circle, a shallow dish After that, there was scarcely room for thought—even for fear, though spellbound, when she realized that she had to finish the job she'd the one-and-a-half gravities the ship was holding—and plodded heavily That's time. "How do you feel?" "Why, what—is there to be scared of?" "I'm pregnant." what ?" know." are ship?" it up in a box with a bloody ribbon-bow. I suppose you know what this means—what I've got to do now?" "Spin ship," she replied immediately, and looked up at him pertly, like why feet, his shoulders down, without looking at her. There was a stiff silence. Marcia looked up at Miss Eagen. "It's true, you know," she said. "A man grows to love the things he has to defend, no matter how he felt about them before." what's bothering . Well, he's it." "Jaywalker?" spin, that outside bulkhead is going to be . Centrifugal force, finished, and the bed hung ludicrously to the wall like a walking fly. "You did," said Sue Eagen. "Please don't." "And why not?" "Because," said Miss Eagen, and in that moment she looked almost as all times no matter what. If I have feelings at all, part of my job is sense of duty. I'm most to the rules. Jaywalkers. But out here jaywalkers don't have as much margin for error as they do crossing against a traffic light on Earth." She looked Marcia straight in the eye. "What makes a jaywalker isn't ignorance. It's a combination of stupidity and stubbornness. The know better. In your case...." She sighed. "It's well known—even by you—that the free-fall condition has a weird effect on certain people. The human body is in an unprecedented situation in free fall. Biologically it has experienced the condition for very short periods—falling out of trees, or on delayed parachute jumps. But it isn't constituted to take hour after hour of fall." "What about floating in a pool for hours?" asked Marcia sullenly. "That's quite a different situation. 'Down' exists when you're swimming. Free-fall means that everything around you is 'up.' The body's reactions to free-fall go much deeper than space-nausea and a mild feeling of panic. When there's a glandular imbalance of certain kinds, the results can be drastic. Apparently some instinctual part of the mind reacts as if there were a violent emergency, when no emergency is recognized by the reasoning part of the mind. There the—well, it varies in individuals. But it's pretty well violent and useless effort of the will to control the situation. Muscles tear, working against one another. Lungs rupture and air is forced into the blood-stream, causing embolism and death. Not everything is known about it, but I would guess that pregnant women are especially susceptible because their protective reflexes, through and through, are much more easily stimulated." "Or centrifugal force (or centripetal, depending on where you're standing, but why be technical?)—or, better yet, keep those people with the same force as gravity, and then everything will be all right." "You make it sound so simple." minute he's working over the computer—a small, simple, ship-board computer—working out orbital and positional and blast-intensity data that would be a hard nut for the giant calculators on Earth to crack. And he's doing it in half the time—or less—than it would take the average mathematician, because he has to because it's a life-and-death matter if he makes a mistake or takes too long." "But—but—" "You mean, but why doesn't he just work the ship while it's spinning "He'll spin the ship on its long axis," said the stewardess with on inexorably. "A ship as massive as this, spinning on its long axis, When that force is applied momentarily from jets, as they swing into position and away again, the firing formulas get—well, complex. And the ship's course and landing approach are completely new. Instead of letting the ship fall to the Moon, turning over and approaching hurt and hatred—hatred of the stars, of this knowledgeable, inspired "Where are you going?" machine, like a harried bookkeeper on the last day of the month. shimmering azure shape of Earth. astonishment, "Hurt? Oh, no! It's so—so big!" was the outboard bulkhead that drew her like a magnet, increasingly, "down." Then a needle, and another one, and a long period of deep drowsiness and unreality. of it like shreds of melody: "A man comes to love the things he has to fight for." And Jack fighting—for his ship, for the Moon, for the new-building traditions of the great ones who would carry humanity out to the stars. Sue Eagen was there, too, and the thing she shared with Jack. Of course there was something between them—so big a thing that there was nothing for her to fear in it. Jack and Sue Eagen had always had it, and always would have and now that he had loved and married. and then a long, gunmetal-and-chrome of the ship. White sheets, a new feeling of "down"

<question>:
What is the significance of the piece’s title?

<options>:
A It is a similar attitude to that of Miss Eagen
B It is a comparison of disregard for the law like the Captain had to exercise
C It is a comparison of how humanity approaches space travel
D It is a comparison of one of the characters to a similar act they commit

<answer>:

D