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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THE SPICY SOUND OF SUCCESS By JIM HARMON Now was the captain's chance to prove he knew less than the crew—all their lives hung upon it! I realized that I was actually hearing "Transphasia, that's what it is," Ordinary Spaceman Quade stated with it for the first time. looking at it so analytically. Quade sat up on our crisscross litter of arms. "Aliens can't be . That's why I'm Captain." Quade was delirious and we were drunk. He got away from us and jogged "But look at that screen, sir," Quade said with an emphatic swing of for the first curious-looking one. Quade got there ahead of us and made "Obviously." Quade glanced disgustedly at the screen. I drew myself up to my full height—and noticed in irritation it was still an inch less than Quade's. "I don't understand you men. Look at yourself, Quade. You've been busted to Ordinary Spaceman for just that It was true. The aliens formed a ring around us, and each time a bouncing boy hit the line, he only bounced back on top of us. I followed my own advice and landed in the dirt beside Quade. "Flat!" I yelled. "Our seams can't take much more of this beating." kind of thinking, for relying on tradition, on things that have worked The bouncer came to rest and regarded us silently, head on an eighty-degree angle. I was stone sober. The ring of aliens drew in about us, closer, tighter, as the bouncer sat on his haunches and waited for us to move. "Feeling better?" I asked Quade in the infirmary. He punched up his pillow and settled back. "I guess so. But when I shouldn't risk losing them and "Captain Gavin," Quade said patiently, "you must realize that an than a figurehead." Was this the way I was to be treated? Why, this man had deliberately insulted me, his captain. I controlled myself, remembering the familiarity that had always existed between members of a crew working under close conditions, from the time of the ancient submarines and the first orbital ships. "Quade," I said, "there's only one way for us to find out which of us "I doubt that that is necessary, sir," Quade said. "Experienced easily. I'm starting indoctrination courses." is less painful and more efficient." Quade squirmed. "Yes, sir. One thing, sir—I don't understand how you experience could protect himself and cover even a rookie, under such familiar conditions—right?" "Yes, sir, I suppose I could," Quade said, bitterly aware he had lost out somewhere and hoping that it wasn't the start of a trend. "Looks okay to me," I said. Quade passed a gauntlet over his faceplate. I clapped him on the shoulder. "But, man, you have just been telling me all we had to worry about was common transphasia. A man with your "Apparently, Quade, "But why should they want to help us?" Quade demanded suspiciously. "Don't sound smug, Captain. It's pitty-pattying behind you too." came to Nagurski." "Well, I've learned one thing from all of this," Quade said. "I've been a blind, arrogant, cocksure fool, following courses that were good on some it? Quade nodded. "I've felt this before. It usually hits sooner. Let's trace it." "I don't like this," I admitted. "It's not at all what I expected from , Quade! You aren't sure of yourself any Quade grinned behind his faceplate. "Good idea." "Huh?" Quade gawked. "But dammit, Captain, you can't do that to me! His expression was tart and greasy despite all his light talk, and in rank now and then." "Maybe it's worth it," Quade said heavily. "Now maybe I've learned how to stay alive out here. I just hope I don't forget." I knew mine was the same. I tested the security rope between our I could speak with experience, even if it was the least amount of experience aboard. "Quade," I said, "space isn't as dangerous as all that." I clapped him on the shoulder fraternally. "You worry too much!" my skin. tasted, it couldn't be dulled even by the sensation of beef broth under "It always has been before," Quade remarked. "Ready to swallow your you feel shocking pink inside. The most beautiful vista I had ever "Is this transphasia?" I asked in awe. "Quade, you're right! About the colors anyway. This reminds me of an Quade was as conversational as ever, though. "I can't see irregularities occurring in a gravitational field. We must have compensated for the transphasia while we still had a point of between the two of us. There was no time to judge its size, if it had size, or its decibel range, or its caloric count, before a small, sharp pain dug in and dwindled down to nothing in one long second. The new odor pattern in my head told me Quade was saying something I couldn't quite make out. "Not for an experienced spaceman," Quade griped. "I'm used to Sweetness building up to a stab of pure salt—those were the blips. Beside me, there was a thin thread of violet. Quade had whistled. He I was hot and tired, fresh—in only the chronological sense—from a pressure suit. master is the most content." "Bruce is content," I admitted. "He couldn't be any more content and still be alive. But I'm not sure that theory works out with men. We'd have anarchy if I tried to let these starbucks pick their own master." crew is concerned, Ordinary Spaceman Quade is the best man on this "He is a good man," Nagurski said. "You mustn't be jealous of his "There's only one idea for that," said Quade, ducking his long head "Go ahead, Quade, tell him," Nagurski invited. Quade shrugged. "Miles." Quade gave a curt nod. "Pardon, Captain, but would you say we also lacked initiative?" "I would," I answered levelly. "Then you'll be interested to hear that Spaceman Quade took a suit and else would have been a fool to go out alone, but Quade is the most hadn't I recognized this before I let Quade escape to almost certain death? Wasn't it because I wanted him dead, because I resented the crew's resentment of my authority, and recognized in him the leader and symbol of this resentment? I threw away that idea along with my half-used cigarette. It might very well be true, but how did that help now? I had to think reasons—he was the most important member of the crew. With him around, there were only two opinions, his and mine. Without him, I'd have endless opinions to contend with. But it wouldn't do any good to go out no better equipped than he. spacesuits. But how would that leave us any better off than Quade? Why was Quade vulnerable in his spacesuit, as I knew from experience he would be? How could we be less vulnerable, or preferably invulnerable? Farley paled. "Captain, are you implying that The four of us pulled ourselves closer together by reeling in more of our safety line. Farley and Hoffman, Nagurski and myself, we were cabled together. It gave us a larger hunk of reality to hold onto. Even was Quade. A on sluggishly to Quade's side, moving to the tempo of Pomp and Farley lugged Quade over on his back and read his gauges. before with transphasia. His body cooled down because of the screaming wind—psychosomatic reaction—and his heating circuits compensated for The four of us managed to haul Quade back by using the powered joints

<question>:
How did Quade compare himself to the captain?

<options>:
A He felt vastly inferior
B He felt a little inferior
C He felt superior
D He felt equal

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C