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 secretary placed the papers on the desk. Arapoulous caught her eye and grinned. She sniffed and marched from the room. "What that gal needs is a slippery time in the grape mash," Arapoulous observed. Retief thumbed through the papers, pausing to read from time to time. He finished and looked at Arapoulous. an education than they expected! Arapoulous sniffed his wine glass and looked thoughtful. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that take a look at that baggage for me." "I assume you jest, Retief," Magnan said sadly. "I should expect even Retief gave instructions, then rang off and turned to Arapoulous. But I'm wondering what they'll study on d'Land. That's an industrial world of the poor but honest variety." restraint—not your strong point, I'm sure you'll agree." "What can I do for you?" Retief said. "You work for this Culture bunch, do you? Funny. I thought they were all ribbon-counter boys. Never mind. I'm Hank Arapoulous. I'm a farmer. "No," Retief said. "Have a cigar?" He pushed a box across the desk. Arapoulous took one. "Bacchus vines are an unusual crop," he said, puffing the cigar alight. "Only mature every twelve years. In between, the vines don't need a lot of attention, so our time's mostly our own. We like to farm, though. Spend a lot of time developing new forms. Arapoulous leaned forward. "We go in pretty heavy for the arts. Folks can't spend all their time hybridizing plants. We've turned all the land area we've got into parks and farms. Course, we left some sizable "It sounds like it, Mr. Arapoulous. Just what—" eccentric orbit, you know. Blue-black sky, stars visible all day. We do mostly painting and sculpture in the winter. Then Spring "I've seen some of your furniture," Retief said. "Beautiful work." Arapoulous nodded. "All local timbers too. Lots of metals in our soil and those sulphates give the woods some color, I'll tell you. Then comes the Monsoon. Rain—it comes down in sheets. But the sun's getting we're mostly islands. That's the drama and symphony time. The theatres are set up on the sand, or anchored off-shore. You have the music and the surf and the bonfires and stars—we're close to the Arapoulous puffed on his cigar, looked worriedly at Retief. "Our wine crop is our big money crop," he said. "We make enough to keep us going. But this year...." "It sounds like I've been missing something," said Retief. "I'll have to try them some time." Arapoulous put his bundle on the desk, pulled off the wrappings. "No time like the present," he said. . It's just wine." Arapoulous pulled the wire air. Arapoulous caught it. Aromatic fumes wafted from the bottle. "Besides, my feelings would be hurt if you didn't join me." He winked. native customs." Arapoulous filled the glasses. Retief picked one up, sniffed the deep rust-colored fluid, tasted it, then took a healthy swallow. He looked at Arapoulous thoughtfully. "Don't try to describe it, Mr. Retief," Arapoulous said. He took a "We've got plenty of minerals on Lovenbroy," Arapoulous said, swallowing wine. "But we don't plan to wreck the landscape mining 'em. We like to farm. About ten years back some neighbors of ours landed a force. They figured they knew better what to do with our minerals than we did. Wanted to strip-mine, smelt ore. We convinced 'em otherwise. "That's too bad," Retief said. "I'd say this one tastes more like roast "It put us in a bad spot," Arapoulous went on. "We had to borrow money from a world called Croanie. Mortgaged our crops. Had to start exporting art work too. Plenty of buyers, but it's not the same when you're doing it for strangers." said. "What's the problem? Croanie about to foreclose?" here and there. Big vines, eight feet high, loaded with fruit, and deep grass growing between. The wine-carriers keep on the run, bringing wine who can fill the most baskets in an hour.... The sun's high and bright, and it's just cool enough to give you plenty of energy. Come nightfall, the tables are set up in the garden plots, and the feast is laid on: is hard to beat...." "Mr. Whaffle, you mentioned a shipment going to a place called Croanie. What are they getting?" "Forgive my curiosity, Mr. Whaffle. It's just that Croanie cropped up earlier today. It seems she holds a mortgage on some vineyards over off, briefcase under his arm. "That's the trouble with peaceful worlds," the SCROUNGE committeeman peace-loving d'Land—comes to naught." He shook his head. "I wonder if the Bogans know that?" "The Bogans? Why, most of d'Land's difficulties are due to the unwise indeed!" He snorted and walked away. on." "Thanks," said Karsh. "They'll stay here until take-off time. Can't have the little dears wandering around loose. Might get ideas about "Suit yourself," Retief said. "Where's the baggage now?" "Why, the University at d'Land, of course." details." "Mr. Magnan never—" "For the present. Miss Furkle, Mr. Magnan is vacationing. That leaves me with the question of two thousand young male students headed for a world with no classrooms for them ... a world in need of tractors. But the tractors are on their way to Croanie, a world under obligation to Boge. And Croanie holds a mortgage on the best grape acreage on Lovenbroy." "I hope you're not questioning Mr. Magnan's wisdom!" "About Mr. Magnan's wisdom there can be no question," Retief said. "But indices. It would be a pity, he reflected, if anything should interfere with the "It's perfectly in order. I thought it was all settled. Mr. Whaffle—" equipment? That's an internal affair of my government. Mr. Whaffle—" "I'm not Mr. Whaffle. What are you going to do with the other four "I understood the grant was to be with no strings attached!" gift, you've scored points in the game. But if Croanie has some scheme "Great Heavens, Retief! Don't jump to conclusions! Would you have us shirt, shiny shoes with round toes and an ill-tempered expression. "And where will they be going?" two thousand to Featherweight." "Another under-populated world—and in the same cluster, I believe," Retief said. "Your people must be unusually interested in that region "Loyalty to your pay-check should send you scuttling for the material Arapoulous's brown face appeared on the desk screen. "How-do, Retief. Okay if I come up?" "Sure, Hank. I want to talk to you." In the office, Arapoulous took a chair. "Sorry if I'm rushing you, Retief waved at the wine bottles. "What do you know about Croanie?" "Croanie? Not much of a place. Mostly ocean. All right if you like fish, I guess. We import our seafood from there. Nice prawns in monsoon time. Over a foot long." "You on good terms with them?"

<question>:
Given Arapoulous' description of his homeland, what can you conclude about it?

<options>:
A The conditions allow for successful crop growing.
B The conditions there are inhospitable.
C Arapoulous' homeland has unpredictable seasons.
D There are few people living back on the land which Arapoulous comes from.

<answer>:

A