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

<passage>:
MANNERS AND CUSTOMS OF THE THRID The Thrid were the wisest creatures in Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.] But also, and contradictorily, he saw them as right and just, or as wrong and intolerable. As a business man, he should have kept his mind on business and never bothered about Ganti. As a believer in right and Thriddar altogether. Thriddar was no place for him, anyhow you look at him to be trying to live and do business. Thriddar. Most of them wanted to use missile weapons—which the Thrid did not use—to change the local social system. Most humans got off Thriddar—fast! And boiling mad. convictions he liked the Thrid. Their minds did do outside loops, and come up with intolerable convictions. But they were intelligent enough. They had steam-power and even steam-driven atmosphere fliers, but they didn't have missile weapons and they did have a social system that humans simply couldn't accept—even though it applied only to Thrid. The ordinary Thrid, with whom Jorgenson did business, weren't bad Panjandrum—the term was Jorgenson's own for the supreme ruler over all the Thrid—and when Jorgenson finished his breakfast a high Thrid other Thrid, wearing the formal headgear that said they were Witnesses to an official act. suspicious at once. The words of a current Grand Panjandrum were always equivalent to clearing his throat. The stillness became death-like. "On this day," intoned the high official, while the Witnesses have been his predecessors throughout the ages —on this day did the of all the intolerable things that the Thrid took as a matter of not have left any trade-goods behind—and left the Grand Panjandrum to realize what he had lost when no off-planet goods arrived on Thriddar. feel only like a business man this morning. He thought of Ganti, who was a particular case of everything he disliked on Thriddar. It was not wise to be moved by such sympathetic feelings. The Grand succinctly: There was an idiom in Thrid speech that had exactly the meaning of the human phrase. Jorgenson used it. contradicted the Grand Panjandrum! Nobody! The Thrid had noticed long ago that they were the most intelligent race in the universe. Since that was so, obviously they must have the most perfect government. But no government could be perfect if its officials made mistakes. So no Thrid official ever made a mistake. In particular the great and fundamental fact in the culture of the Thrid. Trading Corporation does not phrases that said the trading company wanted—wanted!—practically to of Thriddar. He waited to be told that it couldn't have happened pale. He stammered agitatedly that if the Grand Panjandrum said it, it was true. It couldn't be otherwise! If the trading company wanted to give itself to him, there was nothing to be done. It wanted to! The Grand Panjandrum had said so! "He also said," said Jorgenson irritably, "that I'm to vanish and "This," he raged, "this is crazy! The Grand Panjandrum's an ordinary Thrid just like you are! Of course he can make a mistake! There's nobody who can't be wrong!" unknown consequences for any Thrid who might be nearby. fled in pure horror. Jorgenson swore impartially at all of them and turned the shocker-field the trading-post. He put blasters in handy positions. The Thrid used only spears, knives and scimitars. Blasters would defend the post against a multitude. As a business man, he'd acted very foolishly. But he'd acted even less sensibly as a human being. He'd gotten fed up with a social system and a—call it—theology it wasn't his business to change. True, the Thrid way of life was appalling, and what had happened to Ganti was let it disturb him. If the Thrid wanted things this way, it was their privilege. In theory, no Thrid should ever make a mistake, because he belonged to the most intelligent race in the universe. But a local governor was even more intelligent. If an ordinary Thrid challenged a local governor's least and lightest remark—why—he must be either a criminal of criminals chained together and doing the most exhausting labor the Thrid could contrive. If he was mad, he was confined for life. goods to Thriddar and take away other trade goods. The cost of doing But the local Thrid governor had spoken and said and observed that Jorgenson couldn't find out what had become of him. Dour reflection on haze in the air on Thriddar, and the colorings were very beautiful. He could see the towers of the capital city of the Thrid. He could see a cumbersome but still graceful steam-driven aircraft descend heavily to an angry, dogged resolution to do something permanent to make matters better. For the Thrid themselves. Here he thought not as a business man only, but as a humanitarian. As both. When a whim of the Grand He reflected with grim pleasure that the Grand Panjandrum would soon be in the position of a Thrid whom everybody knew was mistaken. With uproar. The Thrid for miles around heard the wailing, ullulating sound "It will not be long," said a tranquil voice. Jorgenson changed from human-speech profanity to Thrid. He directed his words to the unseen creature who'd spoken. That Thrid listened, said severely: "You declared the great and Never-Mistaken Glen-U mistaken. This could not be. It proved you either a criminal or insane, because no rational languages, using all the applicable words he knew both in human speech and Thrid. He knew a great many. The soft throbbing of the steam-driven humanitarian. Both were frustrated. Presently the motion of the copter changed. He knew the ship was Thrid laid Jorgenson down. them. The Thrid waved his arms wildly and seemed to screech gibberish Thrid voice—amazingly, a familiar Thrid voice—said: The Thrid was Ganti, of whom Jorgenson had once had hopes as a business "It isn't worse," he said. "It's only as bad. They did drop food and water for both of us. I wasn't sure they would." His calmness sobered Jorgenson. As a business man, he was moved to make of his own reaction, which was not a business-like one at all. Then he said dourly: "But he's still wrong. No rational being is supposed ever to see me probably forgotten by now." He was calm about it. Only a Thrid would have been so calm. But they've had at least hundreds of generations in which to get used to injustice. "This is a prison," Ganti explained matter-of-factly. "They let me deliverance. There were times when as a business man he reproached himself for staying on Thriddar after he became indignant with the way the planet was governed. It was very foolish. But much more often he felt such hatred of the manners and customs of the Thrid—which had only so he could take revenge. III The seaweed had long, flexible stems of which no use whatever could be that they must never make a mistake. Never! It did not matter if they were unskilled or inefficient. It did not matter if they accomplished not to have any opinion about anything only to do what wet cloth, would yield a drinkable liquid which was not salt and would when wanted but could not escape. where they left it overboard, swinging it idly back and forth as he walked. If Jorgenson had been only a businessman, it would have had no particular meaning. But he was also a person, filled with hatred of the Thrid who had condemned him for life to this small island. He saw But by sunset he'd worked it out. While they watched Thrid's red sun crudely. The whole idea was novel to Ganti, but the Thrid were smart. went away they practiced. They were a naked man and a naked Thrid,

<question>:
What is the best adjective to describe Thriddar's society?

<options>:
A Libertarian
B Feudal
C Authoritarian
D Democratic

<answer>:

C