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

<passage>:
"A beggar does not associate with the high priestess of Snaddra." keep this up as a permanent thing? You're joking!" Bbulas groaned, but Skkiru didn't care about that. The sad, sweet way she said, "No, Skkiru, I am not joking," a tiny pang of doubt and "I am sorry, Skkiru," Bbulas intoned. "I had fancied you understood. "It's not that I don't love you, Skkiru," Larhgan put in gently, "but the welfare of our planet comes first." library, Skkiru thought resentfully. There was too damn much Terran influence on this planet. And this new project was the last straw. 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 "Just because you went to school in another solar system," Skkiru said, whirling with anger, "you think you're so smart!" this planet. However, even under the old system, I was always glad to utilize my superior attainments as Official Dilettante for the good of Skkiru coiled his antennae at Bbulas, hoping the insult would provoke , Skkiru said to himself. "Skkiru!" the girl exclaimed, rotating gently, for she, like her behaving in a beggarly manner!" Skkiru, "the lots chose well and if you touch me, Skkiru, we shall have another drawing for beggar and you will be made a metal-worker." "I don't want to give my grimpatch to some nice beggar girl!" Skkiru even though my heart will be breaking." It was only at that moment that Skkiru realized just how outrageous the whole thing really was. There must be another solution to the planet's made him beggar purposely, and the lots were a lot of slibwash. pretty damn silly, Skkiru thought, at the same time conscious of his "For my part, I wish we'd never started," Skkiru grumbled. "What was influence was corrupting her, Skkiru thought mournfully. She had been "We may never meet on equal terms again, Skkiru," she told him, with a Skkiru," she said brokenly. "Alms, for the love of Ipsnadd," chanted Skkiru the beggar. As the mud clutched his toes, Skkiru remembered an idea he had once 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 just then. Decided that, in this case, it would be best to let the ! Skkiru thought, with a mental sniff. 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 , Skkiru said to himself, but he didn't dare contribute this Skkiru accepted the candy with suitable—and entirely genuine—murmurs of birth control on so vulgarly fecund a planet. Snaddra, alas, needed 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, momentary advantages over those who had been alloted higher ranks. Nonetheless, Skkiru could not reconcile himself to his beggarhood, no matter how much he tried to comfort himself by thinking at least he wasn't a pariah like the unfortunate metal-workers who had to stand 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 Skkiru swallowed the last of the chocolate and regarded the "high planet, it was not politic for the Earthmen to discover how heavily the Snaddrath depended upon imports. Skkiru had seen her in her priestly apparel before, it had not made , Skkiru said to himself. the corners of his eyes, "that only the beggar wears mudshoes?" Bbulas gave a sickly smile. Skkiru could almost find it in his hearts He was pretty quick on the uptake, Skkiru had to concede. However, What kind of life was that for an active, ambitious young man, standing around begging? And, moreover, from whom was Skkiru going to beg? Only the Earthmen, for the Snaddrath, no matter how much they threw 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 him both to live well and to save, and now that his fortunes had been so drastically reduced, he seemed in a fair way of starving to death. he could not expect Skkiru's patriotism to extend to abnormal limits. A man might be willing to die for his planet in many ways—but wantonly starving to death as the result of a primitive affectation was hardly one of them. All the same, Skkiru reflected as he watched the visitors being led off the Earthmen from discovering the existence of those other cities. He could, of course, emigrate to another part of the planet, to one of them, and stave off his doom for a while—but that would not be playing the game. Besides, in such a case, he wouldn't be able to see Larhgan. 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 life-forms on the planet were on the point of extinction, save fish and rice—the only vegetable that would grow on Snaddra, and originally a was where the essential flaw lay. After all, no really effective test would have let a person like Bbulas come out on top. great his personal fortune, because the transportation costs were so immense that only a government could afford them. That was the reason why only one person in each generation could be chosen to go abroad at the planet's expense and acquire enough finish to cover the rest of the population. The Dilettante's official function had always been, in theory, to serve of saving Snaddra—and Bbulas, happy to be in the limelight at last, had come up with this program. It was not one Skkiru himself would have chosen. It was not one, he felt, that any reasonable person would have chosen. Nevertheless, the largely because no one had come up with a feasible alternative and, as a patriotic citizen, Skkiru would abide by it. He would accept the status of beggar it was his duty to do so. Moreover, as in the case of the planet, there was no choice. But all was not necessarily lost, he told himself. Had he not, in his anthropological viewings—though Bbulas might have been the only one privileged to go on ethnological field trips to other planets, he was where beggarhood could be a rewarding and even responsible station in society Bbulas had created to allure Terran anthropologists, Skkiru should not make something of himself and show that a beggar was worthy Skkiru protruded all of his eyes in innocent surprise. "Just some

<question>:
What did Skkiru come to think about his beggar role?

<options>:
A He would be able to collect riches like chocolate as a beggar and that it might not actually be as horrible as he originally thought
B It was orchestrated by Larhgan to break off their engagement
C It was a highly valued role since he could act as a spy
D It was a unsustainable fallacy since no one on the planet would actually support him, though he may be able to achieve his goals in the end

<answer>:

D