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

<passage>:
Venus Is a Man's World over the Earth altogether. But not for some men and most boys! Gee , I thought excitedly, this is purr-purr-purrty-purr in the comforting way big machinery has when it's happy and oiled. But to the left, the crossway led all the decided to go after a husband on a luxury liner. On a cargo ship, now, I'd be climbing from deck to deck on a ladder instead of having gravity underfoot all the time just like I was home on the bottom of the Gulf of Mexico. But women always know what's right, and a boy can only make faces and do what they say, same as the men have to do. Still, it was pretty exciting to press my nose against the slots in the , I said to myself, I hope we have that kind of disaster. I'd sure like to get Well! Didn't I know from my civics class that only women could be Earth the left, about five times as big as I'd ever seen it, except in the off the black of space. I was hoping to see the Earth, but I figured it myself staring up the muzzle of a highly polished blaster and into the He was wearing a one-piece suit made of some scaly green stuff that looked hard and soft at the same time. His boots were made of it too, and so was the hood hanging down his every man I'd ever known had his hair cropped in the fashionable soup-bowl style. I was staring at his hair, almost forgetting about the blaster which I knew it was against the law for him to have at all, when I suddenly got scared right through. They didn't blink and there seemed to be no expression around them. Just coldness. Maybe it was the kind of clothes he was wearing that did it, but all of a sudden I was reminded of a crocodile I'd seen in a leather, crossed his arms on his chest and began to study me. I grunted "Flatfolk are the Venusian natives, aren't they? Are you a Venusian? What part of Venus do you come from? Why did you say you hope—" might as well use it to migrate. There was no future for her on Earth, she figured. You know, the three-out-of-four." Earth can expect to find husbands. Not enough men to go around. Way planets, Sis says, until by now even if a woman can scrounge a personal husband, he's not much to boast about." The stranger nodded violently. "Not on Earth, he isn't. Those busybody anura make sure of that. What a place! Suffering gridniks, I had a bellyful!" able to find any who were willing to come out to his lonely little islands he had decided to go to Earth where there was supposed to be a surplus. Naturally, having been born and brought up on a very primitive planet, he didn't know "it's a woman's world," like the older boys in school used to say. imagine !—he not only my last munit for fines, then explained that she was remitting the rest because I was a foreigner and uneducated." His eyes grew dark for a moment. He chuckled again. "But I wasn't going to serve all those fancy little prison sentences. Forcible Citizenship Indoctrination, they call it? Shook the dead-dry dust of the misbegotten, God forsaken for me so close I didn't dare radio for more munit. So I stowed away." For a moment, I didn't understand him. When I did, I was almost ill. "Y-you mean," I choked, "th-that you're b-breaking the law right now? insists such things have always had for men. "Ferdinand your label? That's not right for a sprouting tadpole. I'll call you Ford. My name's Butt. Butt Lee Brown." I liked the sound of Ford. "Is Butt a nickname, too?" "You had a lot of brothers, Mr. Butt?" that, Mr. Butt?" "Butt. Just plain Butt to you, Ford." He frowned and sighted at when the dinner gong rang. Butt told me to scat. He said I was a off-hand, that he wouldn't at all object if I brought him some fresh fruit. It seemed there was nothing but processed foods in the lifeboat and Butt was used to a farmer's diet. Trouble was, he was a special kind of farmer. Ordinary fruit would have about Venus every time I visited that stowaway.... Butt Lee Brown explained the workings of his blaster, explained it at it, a man who lets somebody else handle his blaster is like the giant whose heart was in an egg that an enemy found. When you've grown enough so's your pop feels you ought to have a weapon, why, then's the plain too young to be even near it." "I don't have a father to give me one when I come of age. I don't even have an older brother as head of my family like your brother Labrador. she —" "She'll marry some fancy dryhorn who's never been farther South than Bossy, opinionated. By the way, Fordie," he instance how healthy, exactly, I had no way of finding out. Yes, I'd tell him, my aunts on both sides of my family each had had more than the average number of children. No, we'd never done any farming to "I am very sorry, Miss Sparling," he said with pretty heavy sarcasm, "but I cannot remember any of the agricultural products of the Macro Continent. Since the human population is well below one per thousand Earth against the possibility that they might be read by susceptible young male minds like yours. She would not have allowed—this Terran Agent—" Venus." "Does it, now?" she said, looking at me as if I were beginning to grow a second pair of ears. "Tell me more." "You can't have meek, law-abiding, women-ruled men when you start civilization on a new planet. You've got to have men who aren't afraid to make their own law if necessary—with their own guns. That's where law begins "Nobody!" I insisted. "They're my own ideas!" "They are remarkably well-organized for a young boy's ideas. A boy who, I might add, has previously shown a ridiculous but nonetheless entirely masculine boredom with political philosophy. I plan to have a government career on that new planet you talk about, Ferdinand—after I have found a good, steady husband, of course—and I don't look forward to a masculinist radical in the family. Now, who has been filling your head with all this nonsense?" them that curious about my appearance. Ferdinand, it's a man who has been giving you these anti-social ideas, isn't it? A war-mongering masculinist like all the frustrated men who want to engage in government and don't have the vaguest idea how to. Except, of course, in their ancient, bloody ways. Ferdinand, who has been perverting that sunny and carefree soul of yours?" All the same, I wouldn't get Mr. Butt Lee Brown into trouble if I could The door opened on the signal, "Sesame." When Butt saw somebody was class, "you realize that you are not only committing the political crime of traveling without a visa, and the criminal one of stowing away without paying your fare, but the moral delinquency of consuming stores Butt laughed slowly and carefully as if he were going over each word. Venus." "We haven't done so badly on Earth, after the mess you men made of politics. It needed a revolution of the mothers before—" "Needed nothing. Everyone wanted peace. Earth is a weary old world." "It's a world of strong moral fiber compared to yours, Mr. Alberta Lee sent back to Earth to serve out those fancy little sentences." "Well, you're guilty of them, aren't you?"

<question>:
How does Butt view the people of Earth?

<options>:
A He can’t understand what they still live on the planet
B He thinks they would all do well to migrate to Venus to support their development
C He thinks they have a superior system to Venus
D He thinks the system is backwards to how he would like to live

<answer>:

D