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 path altogether." "But the book is due! The Conference speech—" "I think we'll make some changes in the book," Lessing said slowly. "It'll be costly—but it might even be fun. It's a pretty dry, logical Dr. David Lessing found Jack Dorffman and the boy waiting in his office silly asses of ourselves? Because when I finish this book, we'll be his heavy unshaven face seemed to sag at every crease. Lessing "So you bring him down here," said Lessing sourly. "The worst place he There was nothing singular about the boy's appearance. He was thin, with a pale freckled face and the guileless expression of any normal eight-year-old as he blinked across the desk at Lessing. The awkward appeal in his large grey eyes as Lessing flipped the reader-switch and blinked in alarm at the wildly thrashing pattern on the tape. The boy was terrorized. He was literally pulsating with fear. Lessing sat back slowly. "Tell me about it, Tommy," he said gently. "Of me? Of Dr. Dorffman?" Lessing shook his head. "I don't think so, Tommy. You know what the "Well, we'll see. You can stay here for a while." Lessing nodded at "I know, I know." Lessing chewed his lip. "I don't like it. We'd better deal with this morning—the one who's threatening to upset the whole Conference next month with some crazy theories he's been playing with. I'll probably have to take him out to the Farm to shut him up." Lessing ran a hand through sparse grey hair. "See what you can do for the boy of it. If Tommy's in the trouble I think he's in, we don't dare risk a chance of Adult Contact now. We could end up with a dead boy on our hands." Two letters were waiting on Lessing's desk that morning. The first was approached publication date, Lessing wondered if he would ever really The other letter cheered him a bit more. It bore the letterhead of the Dear Dr. Lessing: book would clear away the fog. He scanned the title page proudly. "A Theory of Psionic Influence on Infant and Child Development." A good title—concise, commanding, yet modest. They would read it, all right. Lessing a bony hand, then flung himself into a chair as he stared about Lessing frowned. "Dr. Melrose, I don't quite understand—" don't think I can do it, you're in for quite a dumping." Lessing sat back slowly. "Tell me—just what, exactly, do you want?" "I want to hear this fairy tale you're about to publish in the name of "If the papers you've already published are a preview, we think it's false as Satan." "And our controls are above suspicion." "So far, we haven't found any way to set up logical controls," said Lessing slammed his fist down on the desk angrily. "Have you got the Lessing shouted for his girl. "Get Dorffman up here. We're going to the through the afternoon sun. "I just finished the prelims. He's not cooperating." Lessing ground his teeth. "I should be running him now instead of "It's—unconventional, at any rate," Lessing snapped. "Yet you said that you didn't know what." "That's right," said Lessing. "We don't." "And you don't know why measuring." The Chicago man's face was thoughtful. "In fact, you can't really be certain that your instruments are measuring the children at all. It's not inconceivable that the children might be measuring the instruments Lessing blinked. "It's conceivable." the medicine instead of the patient. That was quite a wall to climb." it isn't governed by natural law. But how can we define the law? How can we define the limits of the phenomenon, for that matter? We can't work in the dark forever—we've crisis instead of giving way to panic is a differentiating quality." Somewhere along the line as a child grows up, something happens. We don't know what. We do know that the child's psi-potential gradually withdraws deeper and deeper into his mind, burying itself farther and farther out of reach, just the way a tadpole's tail is absorbed deeper hard grey plastic material, with a network of wiring buried in the substance, connected to a simple pocket-sized power source. "The major problem," Lessing said, "has been to shield the children from any external psionic stimuli, except those we wished to expose Jack Dorffman burst in: "What Dr. Lessing is saying is that they seem "Some of our children are here only briefly," Lessing explained as Lessing smiled. "This is an isolated phenomenon—it doesn't hold for Moments later Lessing was back in the observation room, leaving the "That's what I think," said Lessing. Lessing blinked. "Why should they?" "I'd say you were wrong," said Lessing. "You couldn't have such data. tall man turned on him fiercely. "Are you blind, man? Can't you see what danger you're in? If you publish your book now, you will become an Authority in a field where the most devastating thing that could possibly happen would be— firmly out of his mind. But somehow Melrose wouldn't force. "Stop worrying about it," Dorffman urged. "He's a crackpot. He's crawled way out on a limb, and now he's afraid your theory is going to cut it off under him. Well, that's his worry, not yours." Dorffman's Lessing shook his head. "Maybe. But this field of work is different grounds aren't right at all, in this case." Dorffman snorted. "Surely there's nothing wrong with theorizing—" "He wasn't objecting to the theory. He's afraid of what happens after the theory." "He seems to, you mean. And therefore, anything he says about it "Because a man can't fight for his life and reputation and still keep his objectivity," said Lessing. "And what if he just happens to be wrong? Once he's an Authority the question of what's right and what's "Yes, I know." Lessing's voice was weary. "But first I think we'd you at the Farm, but you'd already left. The boy—" She broke off helplessly. "He's sick, Doctor. He's sicker than we ever imagined." "What happened?" The boy sat stolidly in the corner of the room. He looked up as they came in, but there was no flicker of recognition or pleasure on his Lessing sat down on the table. "Tommy, listen to me." His voice was "I—can't get it—off," the boy said. The monitor , Lessing thought suddenly. Something had suddenly gone horribly wrong—could the boy really be sensing the source of the trouble? Lessing felt a cold knot gather in the pit of his stomach. He of the child's mind like a smothering fog—it was a fearful thing. A healthy youngster could survive it, even though the scar remained. But this youngster was sick— And yet an animal instinctively seeks its own protection Lessing felt the familiar prickly feeling run down his scalp as the sense of warmth—peace and security and comfort—swept in as the fear faded from the boy's face. The fire engine clattered to the floor. They analyzed the tapes later, punching the data cards with greatest we've observed before. There must be an error." "Of course," said Lessing. "According to the theory. The theory says that adult psi-contact is deadly to the growing child. It smothers their potential through repeated contact until it dries up completely.

<question>:
Which is the best representation of Dr. Lessing's worries about his book?

<options>:
A He is anxious about the amount of time it will take to revise
B He is concerned that having to back up his claims could keep him from being objective
C He is having second thoughts about his qualifications to publish a volume like this
D He is not sure how he will be able to publish the facts without including the confusing information about the boy

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B