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 At first sight of the spacer in the distance, transphasia left me with only a chocolate-tasting pink after-image on my retina. It was now you." I realized that I was actually hearing it for the first time. "Transphasia, that's what it is," Ordinary Spaceman Quade stated with "Of course not. I'll soothe my nerves by counting little shocks of Quade sat up on our crisscross litter of arms. "Aliens can't be "You'll get over feeling like that." Quade was delirious and we were drunk. He got away from us and jogged "I know. Then I'll become First Officer." "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. 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 before. Not only your thinking is slipshod, you've grown careless about I followed my own advice and landed in the dirt beside Quade. everything else, even your own life." you do, and I'm closer to retirement." "That's a shallow excuse for complacency." "Complacency! I've seen ten thousand wonders in twenty years of space, with a million variations. But the patterns repeat themselves. We learn "Feeling better?" I asked Quade in the infirmary. to know what to expect, so maybe we can't maintain the reactionary He punched up his pillow and settled back. "I guess so. But when I a lapidary and I learned the value of deliberation. But I never got too cataleptic to tap a million-dollar gem, which is more than my "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 the future, I'll be able to resist sensations that tell me I'm freezing to death—if my gauges tell me it's a lie." I examined his bandisprayed hide. "I think my way of gaining experience 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 "Looks okay to me," I said. Quade passed a gauntlet over his faceplate. "Apparently, Quade, this thing is going to creep up on us." "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 hear 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 some going to be that foolhardy again." "But you're losing confidence , Quade! You aren't sure of yourself any more. Isn't confidence a spaceman's most valuable asset?" "The hell it is," Quade said grimly. "It's his deadliest liability." Quade grinned behind his faceplate. "Good idea." "In that case, I must inform you that I am demoting you to Acting "Then you can have it. I'm going to try keeping my eyes open and staying alive." may begin smelling sensations, tasting sounds, hearing sights, seeing 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 thought about that. I was nearly through with my first mission and 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!" "It always has been before," Quade remarked. "Ready to swallow your "I'm swallowing no words until I find out precisely how they taste here." "Quade, you're right! About the colors anyway. This reminds me of an Centauri blushtalk and the like." It became difficult to understand him, difficult to try talking in the face of such splendor. You never really appreciate colors until you smell them for the first time. Quade was as conversational as ever, though. "I can't see we have to hang onto is each other, our concept of reality goes bang and deflates to a tired joke." Before I could agree with one of his theories for once, a streak of The new odor pattern in my head told me Quade was saying something I Quade then pulled me in the direction of the nasty little pain. "Not for an experienced spaceman," Quade griped. "I'm used to free-fall." But he turned back. "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 increase in hazard pay was actually more than my salary as a captain. I'm a notch nearer retirement too." "Tell me, did you always feel this way about letting the men select their own leader?" longer a captain. You can't trust anything out here in space, much less human nature. Even I know that much!" "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. cautious. There is a way one handles the survey of a planet like this, and this isn't the way." "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 to think things through very carefully. One mistake was too many for me. My worst fear had been that someday I would overlook one tiny flaw a man a reckless fool by doing things on one planet he had once found safe and wise on some other world. The thought intruded itself: why hadn't I recognized this before I let Quade escape to almost certain death? Wasn't it because I wanted 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? But how would that leave us any better off than Quade? Why was Quade vulnerable in his spacesuit, as I knew from experience he "I believe you," I said quickly. "Let's leave it at that. I don't know what he will hear what's worrying me is how "Devise some regular system of interruptions," I suggested. "Then the pattern will drive you crazy. Maybe in a few months, with I should be running almond-and-barley water to sharpen their senses. I've observed that wine helps you appreciate culinary art more. Considering the mixed-up sensory data under transphasia, wine may help us to see where we are "There they are!" Nagurski called. "Quade's footsteps again, just "It couldn't be anything else. I know what to expect. You don't. You "I have never giggled in my life, Nagurski." "Yes, sir. That's what we all thought." Quade. A on sluggishly to Quade's side, moving to the tempo of 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 cool flesh. The poor devil's got frostbite and heat prostration." The four of us managed to haul Quade back by using the powered joints

<question>:
How does Quade change through the story?

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A His confidence grows as Captain
B His confidence is replaced by healthy skepticism
C He becomes pessimistic
D He becomes optimistic

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B