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

<passage>:
Like an automaton he turned again and paced to the hall door. his cigar, remained silent while the purchase was being made. Mr. Chambers merely tapped on the glass top of the counter with a Weakly Mr. Chambers moved back to his chair in the corner. For people long ago had gathered that Mr. Chambers desired to be left alone. The newer generation of townsfolk called it eccentricity. Certain uncouth persons had a different word for it. The oldsters remembered that this queer looking individual Chambers took his cigar. That was all. with his black silk muffler, rosewood cane and bowler hat once loved, who had endowed those things with such substantial form by power of mind alone that they now stood out alone against the October wind was rustling the dead leaves when Mr. Chambers houses already were gone. They had not lived with them as he had lived with this room. Their interests had been divided, thinly spread their thoughts had not been concentrated as his upon an Jefferson was out and he grumbled a little to himself when he was deliberately set upon such a life of routine. A bachelor, living alone with sufficient money to supply his humble needs, the timed existence had grown on him gradually. Mr. Chambers turned his eyes back into the room. The clock was snarling and growling, snapping at his heels. But Mr. Chambers was blurting floated to Mr. Chambers. "Oh, well," said Mr. Chambers, "I never did like that very well." The wind whipped the muted words away and Mr. Chambers grumbled Something one could expect to happen. Perhaps, if he thought hard enough, he could bring them back. But, after all, what was the use? One man, alone, could not stand Mr. Chambers had written. off the irresistible march of nothingness. One man, all alone, looked at the familiar things that materialized out of the late autumn darkness as he walked along. For there was nothing ... absolutely nothing in the world ... that he would let upset him. simply couldn't do it. That was a tenet he had laid down twenty years ago. He wondered, as a matter of fact, what he himself would look like just as the ash tray and radio were matter. He wondered if he would retain his individuality ... if he still But as Mr. Chambers neared them they fell into what seemed an would be a person. Or would he merely be a thing? There was one answer to all of that. He simply didn't know. Nothingness advanced upon him, ate its way across the room, abashed silence and watched him pass. He, on his part, gave them no sign of recognition. That was the way it had been for many years, ever since the people had become convinced that he did not then stepped back and Mr. Chambers continued on his walk. Mr. Chambers started. The clock had stopped. Funny ... the first wish to talk. One of the men half started forward as if to speak to him, but stalking him as he sat in the chair underneath the lamp. And he waited for it. The room, or what was left of it, plunged into dreadful silence. Shaken, muttering to himself, Mr. Chambers let himself in his But silence was no strange thing to Mr. Chambers. Once he had loved music ... the kind of music he could get by tuning in symphonic orchestras on the radio. But the radio stood silent in symphonic broadcast had been interrupted to give a news flash. He had stopped reading newspapers and magazines too, had exiled bounded by four city blocks by three. Beyond them lay utter, unexplainable terror. Beyond them he never went. But recluse though he was, he could not on occasion escape from hearing things. Things the newsboy shouted on the streets, things undoubtedly induced by hunger and privation and the miseries of war. But those things he put away as items far removed from his own small world. He disregarded them. He pretended he had never heard of them. Others might discuss and worry over them if they wished. To him they simply did not matter. But there were two things tonight that did matter. Two curious, have something like that happen. There must be something wrong. Had his long exile finally turned his mind ... perhaps just a very little ... enough to make him queer? Had he lost his sense of proportion, of perspective? No, he hadn't. Take this room, for example. After twenty years it Further reverie became an effort as Mr. Chambers felt himself For the first time in twenty years, Mr. Chambers retraced his Mr. Chambers shivered, reached to turn up the collar of his coat, he had ever sensed before. Not a homey, comfortable silence ... but a silence that hinted at emptiness and nothingness. the happenings in the world from which he had excluded himself. He brought them back to mind now and lingered over the one central theme of the talk he overheard: the wars and plagues. Hints of a Europe and Asia swept almost clean of human life, of Mr. Chambers got to his feet, strode to the door, opened it and With a sigh of relief, Mr. Chambers turned back into the hall. Gulping in fright, Mr. Chambers slammed the door shut, locked it The light through the windows slowly grew brighter. Mr. Chambers looked. Mr. Chambers was sure of that. that Mr. Chambers' entire life was centered. remembered, had made a great deal of it at the time. Tongues had been set to wagging. Narrow-minded townsfolk, failing to understand either his philosophy or his aim, but seeing in him another exponent of some anti-rational cult, had forced his expulsion from the school. It was a simple book, really, dismissed by most authorities as Man himself, by the power of mass suggestion, holds the physical fate of this earth ... yes, even the universe. Billions of minds seeing trees as trees, houses as houses, streets as streets ... and not as something else. Minds that see things as they are and have kept things as they were.... Destroy those minds and the probably. He remembered one from many years before, something about the Martians. And Harcourt! What did Harcourt have to do with it? He was one of the men who had ridiculed the book had written that. And because of those words he had been called a heretic, had been compelled to resign his position at the university, had been forced into this hermit life. There were not sufficient minds in existence to retain the material world in its mundane form. Some other power from another dimension was fighting to supersede man's control Abruptly Mr. Chambers closed the book, shoved it back in the case of Oak and Lincoln and they were talking excitedly. Mr. Chambers trays or radios or elephants in the invading dimension. he approached them the houses materialized like two dimensional do you think it is.... The scientists can't explain...." pictures without perspective, like twisted cardboard soldiers lining up for review on a misty morning. closed in behind him. The houses were wiped out, the sidewalk faded into nothing. He shouted, hoping to attract attention. But his voice frightened when he finally slipped into the unknown. For he was matter, too, With a wild cry, Mr. Chambers turned and ran. Back down the that Mr. Chambers felt the eyes peering at him. Mr. Chambers pushed open the door of his house. But he did not This was his room, he thought. Rooms acquire the personality of the person who lives in them, become a part of him. This was his world, his own private world, and as such it would be the last to Mr. Chambers stared at the marine print and for a moment a little They couldn't take this Could it be that he was going mad? He had heard whispers when he had passed, whispers the gossiping housewives had not intended him to hear. And he had heard the shouting of boys when he walked by. They thought him mad. Could he be really mad? But he knew he wasn't mad. He knew that he perhaps was the sanest of all men who walked the earth. For he, and he alone, had foreseen this very thing. And the others had scoffed at him for it.

<question>:
Why doesn't Mr. Chambers talk to anyone?

<options>:
A He wants to, but other people don't want to talk to him.
B He is shy.
C He gave up on relationships after losing his job.
D He does not like people.

<answer>:

C