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

<passage>:
But Dunbar's eyes were old and uncertain. How could they Dunbar, the oldest of the four, an old space-buster with a face Suddenly, Old Dunbar had known where they were. Suddenly, Dunbar knew never been any sound or life, with old Dunbar the first in line, taking the lead because he was older and knew where he was and where Dunbar was as crazy as a Jovian juke-bird. Dunbar's suit up ahead, watching it more and more intently, thinking about how Dunbar looked inside that suit—and hating Dunbar more and more for claiming he knew when he didn't, for his drooling optimism—because he was taking them on into deeper darkness and calling their destination Paradise. Russell wanted to laugh, but the last time he'd given way to this thought then of what Dunbar would say to such a thought, how Dunbar would laugh that high piping squawking laugh of his and say that the human being was bigger than the Universe itself. Dunbar had a big answer for every little thing. When the four of them had escaped from that prison colony on a for Dunbar. Hell no—Dunbar had to start talking about a place they had ever heard of, where they could live like gods on a green soft world like the Earth had been a long time back. And Dunbar had spouted endlessly about a world of treasure they would find, if they would just follow old Dunbar. That's what all four of them had been trying to find all their lives in the big cold grabbag of eternity—a rich star, a rich far fertile star where no one else had ever been, loaded with treasure that had no name, that no one had ever heard of before. And was, because of that, the richest treasure of all. We all look alike out here in these big rocket pressure suits, Russell "We're about in the middle of those four suns aren't we, Dunbar?" Russell said. "That's right, boys!" yelled old Dunbar in that sickeningly optimistic voice. Like a hysterical old woman's. "Just about in the sweet dark life on it, Dunbar ... the only one we can live on?" Russell asked. "That's right! That's right," Dunbar yelled. "That's the only one—and it's a paradise. Not just a place to live, boys—but a place you'll have trouble believing in because it's like a dream!" "And none of these other three suns have worlds we could live on, Dunbar?" Russell asked. Keep the old duck talking like this and maybe "Yeah," said Alvar. "You still say that, Dunbar?" "No life, boys, nothing," Dunbar laughed. "Nothing on these other all these suns and the worlds that go round 'em. Trust me, boys, and we'll reach the right one. And that one's just like Paradise." Russell said tightly. "It'll take us a long time won't it? If it's got air we can breath, and water we can drink and shade we can rest in—that'll be paradise enough for us. But it'll take a long time won't it? And what if it isn't there—what if after all the time we "I know we're going right," Dunbar said cheerfully. "I can tell. Like said that one had a red rim, Dunbar, and I wanted to believe it. So Old Dunbar laughed. The sound brought blood hotly to Russell's face. bobbing neck, his simpering watery blue eyes. But he still had to suffer that immutable babbling, that idiotic cheerfulness ... and knowing all the time the old man was crazy, that he was leading them wrong. I'd break away, go it alone to the right sun, Russell thought—but I'd than old Dunbar will ever be, even if he keeps on getting nuttier all the time. was to get rid of Dunbar. a lost ship's landed and never got up again, or wrecked itself so far off the lanes they'll never be found except by accident for millions of years. That's what this world is, boys. Must have been a ship load land all free from care. Every place you see green forests and fields and blue lakes, and at nights there's three moons that come around the sky in a thousand different colors. And it never gets cold ... it's always spring, always spring, boys, and the music plays all night, every night of a long long year...." Russell suddenly shouted. "Keep quiet, Dunbar. Shut up will you?" Johnson said. "Dunbar—how long'll it take us?" "Six months to a year, I'd say," Dunbar yelled happily. "That is—of Russell screamed at Dunbar, then quieted down. He whispered. "Six crazy as hell, Dunbar. Crazy ... crazy! Nobody could stand it. We'll all be crazier than you are—" "We'll make it, boys. Trust ole' Dunbar. What's a year when we know isn't big enough to kill the will of a human being, boys. I been over a whole lot of it, and I know. In the old days—" the old will-power." He chuckled. stick to old Dunbar and he'll see you through. I'm always lucky. Only Dunbar laughed. "Sure, they all maybe have a touch of red, but it pierced Dunbar's back. Now the fire was gone, extinguished of the gravity rope, Dunbar was dead. Dunbar's last faint cry from inside his suit still rang in Russell's Johnson both called Dunbar's name a few times. There was no answer. it's forgotten, Russ. It's swallowed up in the darkness all around. It's never been." Russell said, "I've had a hunch all along that maybe the old man was because he was alone. He'd have broken away, gone his own direction, long ago but for that fear. all the time. Jezebel stars, the old man said." "I know I'm right," Russell pleaded. "My hunches always been right. My hunch got us out of that prison didn't it? Listen—I tell you it's said. "Maybe a guy could get to the point where he'd sleep most of the time ... just wake up enough times to give himself another boost with the old life-gun." the old man might have been right about that. If we stick together, the chance is three to one against us. But if each of us makes for one star, one of us has a chance to live. Maybe not in paradise like the old man said, but a place where we can live. And maybe there'll be intelligent life, maybe even a ship, and whoever gets the right star Johnson started to laugh. Russell was yelling wildly at them, and above his own yelling he could hear Johnson's rising laughter. "Every guy's got a star of his own," Johnson said when he stopped laughing. "And we got ours. A nice red-rimmed sun for each of us to call his thought was right. And he'll keep on going. Course he won't be able to give himself another boost with the life-gun, but he'll keep going. Someday he'll get to that red-rimmed star of his. Out here in space, once you're going, you never stop ... and I guess there isn't any other body to pull him off his course. And what will time matter to old Dunbar? Even less than to us, I guess. He's dead and he won't he would share with no one. Not even crazy old Dunbar. And old Dunbar shooting right on ahead. And all three of them picked this planet out of all the others. The only one in this entire sector that would sustain life." "Maybe he was just a very lucky old man. Yes ... a man who attains such an age was usually lucky. Or at least that is what they say about the lost sectors." courage, and that he knew the way. He will be given a burial suitable to his stature, and he will rest here among the brave.

<question>:
Which of these is not true about Dunbar?

<options>:
A He never had a chance of making it to a safe planet
B He was thankful to interact with whoever was around him
C He has committed some number of crimes
D He dreams big and always an adventure

<answer>:

A