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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I realized that I was actually hearing it for the first time. "Transphasia, that's what it is," Ordinary Spaceman Quade stated with "Can't," I told him. "I can't trust your opinion. I can't trust anything Quade sat up on our crisscross litter of arms. "Aliens can't be "Stand your ground," I warned the others thickly. "They may be 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 dangerous." . That's why I'm Captain." dissolution, motor area feedback, the Aitchell Effect—call it anything you like, it's still transphasia." for the first curious-looking one. Quade got there ahead of us and made "I know what transphasia is," I said moderately. "It means an electrogravitational disturbance of incoming sense data, rechanneling it to the wrong receptive areas. Besides the human brain, it also "Obviously." Quade glanced disgustedly at the screen. "Too obvious. This time it might not be a familiar condition of many planetary gravitational fields. On this planet, that blank kinescope may mean our Big Brother kites were knocked down by hostile natives." interfere with our explorations. Generally, they are so alien to us they can't even recognize our existence." 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 kind of thinking, for relying on tradition, on things that have worked before. Not only your thinking is slipshod, you've grown careless about I followed my own advice and landed in the dirt beside Quade. It was true. The aliens formed a ring around us, and each time a retirement." "That's a shallow excuse for complacency." "Feeling better?" I asked Quade in the infirmary. than a figurehead." Was this the way I was to be treated? Why, this man had deliberately "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 is right about the cause of our scanning blackout." is less painful and more efficient." Quade squirmed. "Yes, sir. One thing, sir—I don't understand how you 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. idiot. It's just as well. We aren't allowed to dissect creatures that far up the intelligence scale." "Apparently, Quade, "But why should they want to help us?" Quade demanded suspiciously. this thing is going to creep up on us." "I don't understand it," Quade admitted. "Transphasia hits you a foul "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 worlds, Quade nodded. "I've felt this before. It usually hits sooner. Let's "I don't like this," I admitted. "It's not at all what I expected from what you said about transphasia. It must be something else." going to be that foolhardy again." "But you're losing confidence , Quade! You aren't sure of yourself any hostile. Ethnic impossibility. I'll show you." "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 "Huh?" Quade gawked. "But dammit, Captain, you can't do that to me! I'll lose hazard pay and be that much further from retirement!" There was no reply. His expression was tart and greasy despite all his light talk, and "Maybe it's worth it," Quade said heavily. "Now maybe I've learned how Executive Officer." "Quade," I said, "space isn't as dangerous as all that." I clapped him "It always has been before," Quade remarked. "Ready to swallow your words about this being something an old hand wouldn't recognize, "Quade, you're right! About the colors anyway. This reminds me of an illiscope recording from a cybernetic translator." "It should. I don't suppose we could understand each other if it wasn't for our morphistudy courses in reading cross-sense translations of 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 bang and deflates to a tired joke." Before I could agree with one of his theories for once, a streak of spice shot past us. It bounced back tangily and made a bitter rip 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 Quade then pulled me in the direction of the nasty little pain. "Not for an experienced spaceman," Quade griped. "I'm used to Beside me, there was a thin thread of violet. Quade had whistled. He Transphasia?" "Yes," he answered casually. "But I had immediate reference to our current psychophysiological phenomenon." "No, thanks. I was wondering why you did." "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. "Not," he persisted, "if too many parts are missing." would be doing it wrong." know it has to be wrong." "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 intended to go beyond the three-mile limit as you demanded." "Shut up, Wallace. You don't have to like me, but you can't twist what 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 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 well be true, but how did that help now? I had to think . there were only two opinions, his and mine. Without him, I'd have endless opinions to contend with. But how would that leave us any better off than Quade? Why was Quade vulnerable in his spacesuit, as I knew from experience he "You are right," I said, "only transphasia comes right through these air-fast joints." "That would do it." "It would do something else. It would drive you nuts." "Ration it to the men!" "That's an accurate interpretation of my orders." "I have never giggled in my life, Nagurski." "Yes, sir. That's what we all thought." A moment later, Nagurski added, "Anyway, I just noticed it was my girlish shriek. A sliver of ice. This was the call Quade and I had Quade. A on sluggishly to Quade's side, moving to the tempo of Farley lugged Quade over on his back and read his gauges. The four of us managed to haul Quade back by using the powered joints

<question>:
How did Quade feel about what he said?

<options>:
A That it was pretty
B That it was ugly
C That it left a bad taste
D That it was incorrect

<answer>:

A