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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"Not criticizing the reporting system, are you, Mr. Magnan?" the said. "They're going right ahead with their program of land-grabbing on Flamme. So far, I've persuaded the Boyars that this is a matter for the Corps, and not to take matters into their own hands." his chair. "What's the Corps going to do about the Aga Kagans?" it embodies certain realities of Galactic politics. The Corps must "Sixty years ago the Corps was encouraging the Boyars to settle Flamme," Retief said. "They were assured of Corps support." "They've cleared jungle, descummed the seas, irrigated deserts, set out forests. They've just about reached the point where they can begin to They've landed thirty detachments of 'fishermen'—complete with armored trawlers mounting 40 mm infinite repeaters—and another two dozen parties of 'homesteaders'—all male and toting rocket launchers." "Surely there's land enough on the world to afford space to both "They tried to get the Aga Kagans to join in and help them beat back some of the saurian wild life that liked to graze on people. The Corps didn't like the idea. They wanted to see an undisputed But now that the world is tamed, they're moving in." "The exigencies of diplomacy require a flexible policy—" "I want a firm assurance of Corps support to take back to Flamme," forward, wattles quivering. "Corps policy with regard to Flamme Corps backing, we're going to have a nice hot little shooting war on "A Note? I was thinking of something more like a squadron of Corps with deep concern an act of open aggression, or merely point out an apparent violation of technicalities...." in the diplomatic give-and-take." "No, thanks. I want to get back to Flamme and join in something mild, like a dinosaur hunt." with something from Corps HQ. When I tell 'em all we've got is a piece invitation to slaughter—with the excuse that you started it." "So what are we going to do? Sit here and watch these goat-herders take over our farms and fisheries?" "Those goat-herders aren't all they seem. They've got a first-class modern navy." "I've seen 'em. They camp in goat-skin tents, gallop around on animal-back, wear dresses down to their ankles—" factory that turns out those long flowing bullet-proof robes you mention. The animals are just for show. Back home they use helis and ground cars of the most modern design." "Why the masquerade?" "Something to do with internal policies, I suppose." "So we sit tight and watch 'em take our world away from us. That's what I get for playing along with you, Retief. We should have clobbered these monkeys as soon as they set foot on our world." strains of bacteria here to break down the formations into soil, and we followed up with a program of broad-spectrum fertilization. We planned to put the whole area into crops by next year. Now it looks like the goats will get it." intruders on our lands." "To praise a man for what he does not possess is to make him appear strumming of stringed instruments laid a muted pattern of sound behind the decorations of gold and blue, silver and green. At the far end of "Planetary government?" The Aga Kaga spat grape seeds on the rug. "My men have observed a few squatters along the shore. If they're in distress, I'll see about a distribution of goat-meat." "It is the punishment of the envious to grieve at anothers' plenty," "We have come to bear tidings from the Corps Diplomatique "The Under-Secretary for Sector Affairs presents his compliments to his Flamme—" "Come to the point," the Aga Kaga cut in. "You're here to lodge a complaint that I'm invading territories to which someone else lays claim, is that it?" He smiled broadly, offered dope-sticks and lit one. "Well, I've been expecting a call. After all, it's what you gentlemen "Call me Stanley," the Aga Kaga said. "The other routine is just to themselves because their ancestors dropped science in favor of alchemy and got themselves stranded in a cultural dead end. This charade is supposed to prove they were right all along. However, I've no time to waste in neurotic compensations. I have places to go and deeds to accomplish." he feel about it?" as big as your thumb." He popped a grape into his mouth. "As for the rest, your pious views about the virtues of hard labor are as childish as my advisors' faith in the advantages of primitive plumbing. As for myself, I am a realist. If two monkeys want the same banana, in the end one will have it, and the other will cry morality. The days of my years are numbered, praise be to God. While they last, I hope to eat well, hunt well, fight well and take my share of pleasure. I leave to others the arid satisfactions of self-denial and other perversions." "You admit you're here to grab our land, then," Georges said. "That's the damnedest piece of bare-faced aggression—" "Ah, ah!" The Aga Kaga held up a hand. "Watch your vocabulary, my dear sir. I'm sure that 'justifiable yearnings for territorial self-realization' would be more appropriate to the situation. Or possibly 'legitimate aspirations, for self-determination of formerly exploited peoples' might fit the case. Aggression is, by definition, an activity carried on only by those who have inherited the mantle of Colonial Imperialism." "Imperialism! Why, you Aga Kagans have been the most notorious planet-grabbers in Sector history, you—you—" "Call me Stanley." The Aga Kaga munched a grape. "I merely face the realities of popular folk-lore. Let's be pragmatic it's a matter of historical association. Some people can grab land and pass it off lightly as a moral duty others are dubbed imperialist merely for holding onto their own. Unfair, you say. But that's life, my friends. And I shall continue to take every advantage of it." "It's pointless to resist," he said. "We have you outgunned and outmanned. Your small nation has no chance against us. But we're prepared to be generous. You may continue to occupy such areas as we do not immediately require until such time as you're able to make other . You, my dear sir, are but a very small nibble. We won't make the mistake of excessive greed. We shall inch our way to empire—and those who stand in our way shall be dubbed warmongers." "I see you're quite a student of history, Stanley," Retief said. "I wonder if you recall the eventual fate of most of the would-be empire nibblers of the past?" "Ah, but they grew incautious. They went too far, too fast." It has been the fate of your spiritual forebears to carve civilization from the wilderness and then, amid tearing of garments and the heaping of ashes of self-accusation on your own confused heads, to withdraw, leaving the spoils for local political opportunists and mob leaders, clothed in the mystical virtue of native birth. Have a banana." "You're stretching your analogy a little too far," Retief said. "You're banking on the inaction of the Corps. You could be wrong." "Tell me, Stanley," Retief said, rising. "Are we quite private here?" "You're basing your plan of action on the certainty that the Corps will sit by, wringing its hands, while you embark on a career of planetary "I have news for you, Stanley. In this instance, neck-wringing seems

<question>:
What is Stanley’s opinion of the Corps?

<options>:
A Their diplomacy is a threat
B They stall instead of act
C They could be useful allies
D They may be exploited for resources

<answer>:

B