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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How much is the impossible worth? Linton lay down his steel fork beside the massively solid transparency Linton remembered. Howell had to know that he would remember. What were they trying to pull on him? "The man who isn't Snead is leaving," Linton said, describing the scene over Howell's shoulder. "If that's "I wouldn't. Probably no relation to Snead at all. Somebody who looks like him." "He's practically running," Linton said. "He almost ran out of the "Who? Oh, the man who looked like Snead, you mean." "Yes," Linton said. intimately against Linton's own chair. "That fellow who just left looked like a friend of yours, huh?" the thick man said. "Couldn't have been him, though," Linton answered automatically. "My The thick man rocked forward and came down on all six feet. He threw paper money on the table as if he were disgusted with it. He plodded out of the place quickly. "Snead's dead," Linton said. "What do you say it like that for?" Linton demanded angrily. "The Linton had thought he had known how death was. He had buried his wife, Linton felt that his silence was asking Howell by this time. "Who by?" Linton asked, thinking: "The Mafia, I guess. Who knows who runs it?" "You mean, somebody has invented a way to bring dead people back to life?" Linton said. in order to gain some illegal advantage. But by saying something so patently ridiculous, Linton hoped to bring the contradicting truth to the surface immediately. "An invention? I guess that's how it is," Howell agreed. "I don't know much about people like that. I'm an honest businessman." "But it's wonderful," Linton said, thinking his immediate thoughts. "Wonderful! Why should a thing like that be illegal? Why don't I know about it?" "I don't understand," Linton said helplessly. their whole life. You got to realize that." "That's not enough. Not nearly enough." "Think of all the problems it would cause. Insurance, for one thing. Overpopulation. Birth control is a touchy subject. They'd have to take it up if everybody got resurrected when they died, wouldn't they?" "But what do they do about it? Against it?" the cops find out about a place, they break in, smash all the equipment and arrest everybody in sight. That's about all they can do. The charges, if any, come under general vice classification." "I don't understand," Linton complained. "Why haven't I heard about it?" Time the other day that said 'death' was our dirty word, not sex. You want to shock somebody, you tell him, 'You're going to be dead someday,' not anything sexual. You know how it is. The opposite of 'live' these days is 'video-taped.'" "I see," Linton said. He tried to assimilate it. Of course he had, he reminded himself, been out of touch for some time. It might be true. Then again, they might be trying to trick him. They used to do that to see if he was really well. But the temptation was too strong. of people and if you're smart, you'll not either." Linton's fingers imprinted the linen. "Damn you, Howell, you tell me!" you feel welcome back to the society of your fellows after being in the hospital for a nervous breakdown. I do all that, and for thanks, you yell at me and curse me. You kooks are all alike!" Howell threw money on the table with the same kind of disinterest as the thick-set man and stalked out. well, Mr. Linton, we understand you've been causing disturbances." "Not really," Linton said modestly. attempted to bribe an officer. That's disturbing, Mr. Linton, very disturbing." "I was only trying to find out something," Linton maintained. "They The doctor clucked his tongue. "Let's not think any such thing. People don't know more than you do." Linton rubbed his shoulder. "That cop knew more about Judo holds than I ask you, Mr. Linton, could Einstein bake a pie?" "I don't know. Who the hell ever wasted Einstein's time asking him a thing like that?" "People who want to know the answers to questions have to ask them. You Linton stared suspiciously. "Do you know where I can find a "But the policeman brought me to you!" "Well, that's what you paid him to do, wasn't it? Did you think a policeman would just steal your money? Cynics—all you young people are cynics." Linton scooted forward on the insultingly cold metal chair and really looked at the doctor for the first time. "Doctor, I'm beginning to believe in you," Linton said, "but tell me, one fragment of the body and my computers can compute what the rest of it was like and recreate it. It's infallible. Naturally there is a degree of risk involved." "Infallible risk, yes," Linton murmured. "Could you go to work right away?" Linton grasped the situation immediately. "You mean you want money. You realize I've just got out of an institution...." "I've often been in institutions myself, for alcoholism, narcotics addiction and more." "What a wonderful professional career," Linton said, when he couldn't care less. "Oh, yes—yes, indeed. But I didn't come out broke." "Neither did I," Linton said hastily. "I invested in shifty stocks, faltering bonds, and while I was away they sank to rock bottom." "Then—" "When they hit rock bottom, they bounced up. If I hadn't found you, I would have been secure for the rest of my lonely, miserable life." "Doctor," Linton whispered, "my mind is singing with battalions of to obtain. The doctor had taken the body and Linton's fortune and fed Linton shook his head. It seemed impossible. But Greta opened the sanctum and walked out into the medicinal cold fluorescent lighting. It wasn't fair at all, Linton thought. He should have had some time to prepare himself. doubt he would be able to adjust to her once having been dead the same way he had learned to accept the, to him, distasteful duty of kissing her ears the way she enjoyed. The curves and angles of her flesh changed their positions against his Ivy dacron. Her attitude altered. "Now, now," Linton said, "we mustn't get excited. You've been through a "Traffic accident. Killed instantly." "But Johnny was your friend, your best friend. Why didn't you have him resurrected the same way you did me?" "Darling, resurrection is a risky business and an expensive one. You "No," Linton said. "I'm sold out. I've borrowed on my insurance to the to quench death and smother decay. It's perfect ." "It sounds carnal," he said uneasily. "No, dear, it's perfect for some things that have to be done." Linton leaped aside and Greta hit the edge of the desk instead of him. Linton understood immediately. He felt foolish, humiliated. All that Linton twisted the stand away from his wife and watched her face in some appalled form of satisfaction as it registered horror and acceptance of the crumpled metal disk falling toward it. Linton was surprised at the fine wire mesh just below the skin and finest detail, and he had thought she was his wife. "I've killed my wife!" Linton called, rising from his knees, stretching Linton. But they'll cure you. You'll be cured of ever thinking your think so, Doctor?" Linton asked hopefully.

<question>:
Which is the best description of Linton?

<options>:
A He is a heartbroken man wanting to find new goals for his life
B He is trying to recover from his past in the Mafia and wants to find legal ways to accomplish his goals
C He is a gullible person determined to follow his instinct
D He is a risk-taker who prefers to experience the more illegal things society has to offer

<answer>:

C