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

<passage>:
Matilda would seek the happy medium. at which she would have scoffed ten or even five years ago. Matilda was and that was the direction of Haron Gorka's place. This, in itself, was not unusual—but Matilda was so completely wrapped up in the romantic fallacy of her day that she sought a prince of every worldly pleasure and who now wanted to sit on a porch and talk about it all to Matilda. charming, a faithful Don Juan, a man who had been everywhere and tasted to hide his feelings." "Hogwash!" said her daughter. "He has no true feelings. He's sorry that he had to miss his college reunion. That's all he has to hide. A stuffy Victorian prude and even less of a man than the others." in love, Matilda—no one does. Love osmoses into you slowly, without you even knowing, and it keeps growing all the time." Matilda admired her mother's use of the word osmosis, but she found of love. She said good-night and went upstairs, climbed out of her light summer dress and took a cold shower. She began to hum to herself. She had not yet seen the pen pal section to herself, it was the flavor of the wording. This very well could be it him . Intelligent, somewhat egotistical male who's really been around, whose intelligent, have gumption, be capable of listening to male who has a lot to say and wants to say it. All others need not apply. Wonderful The man was egotistical, all right Matilda could see that. But she had never minded an egotistical man, at least not when he had something about which he had a genuine reason to be egotistical. The man sounded as though he would have reason indeed. He only wanted the best because he was the best. Like calls to like. The name—Haron Gorka: its oddness was somehow beautiful to Matilda. Haron Gorka—the nationality could be anything. And that was it. He had Matilda got out of bed at seven, tiptoed into the bathroom, showered Matilda hummed Mendelssohn's Wedding March all the way. It was her favorite piece of music. Once, she told herself: Matilda Penshaws, you are being premature about the whole thing. But she laughed and thought which hung too far down on his nose. Matilda knew he would peer over The stereotype grunted and peered at her over his glasses. Matilda asked him where she could find Haron Gorka. "I said, where can I find Haron Gorka?" take it easy, ma'am. First place, I don't know any Haron Gorka—" Matilda kept the alarm from creeping into her voice. She muttered an Matilda did, only they didn't know any Haron Gorka, either. It turned early. If she could not find Haron Gorka, that was one thing Haron Gorka would be an avid reader, and unless he had a permanent "You know him? You know Haron Gorka?" "I mean anyone would like to correspond with Haron Gorka. Or to know him well. To be considered his friend. Haron Gorka...." "Um, where can I find Mr. Gorka?" "If I can't enjoy an association with Haron Gorka directly, I still of you will tell me about Haron Gorka, sparing no details. You each Haron Gorka lived in what could have been an agrarian estate, except personal industry meant nothing at all to Haron Gorka. Matilda liked only one with the idea to visit Haron Gorka in person. With half a dozen of them there, the laggards who resorted to posting letters would be left far behind. Matilda congratulated herself for what she thought she had in common with five other women. You live and learn, thought Matilda. And then, quite annoyedly, she berated herself for not having been the first. Perhaps the other five all were satisfactory that she really might have liked. Instead, someone she could only regard as a menial met her, and when he asked "What about Mr. Gorka?" A little doubtful now, Matilda thanked him and watched him leave. He closed the door softly behind his retreating feet, but Matilda's ears her fault if, in his unconcern, Haron Gorka had unwittingly hired a she had a nightmare in which Haron Gorka appeared as a giant with two Matilda gasped once and felt about to gasp again—but by then her that it was precisely what she would have wanted could, of course, be attributed to coincidence, and the further fact that everything was extremely palatable made her forget all about Haron Gorka's neurotic The feeling did not last long. Standing over her was Haron Gorka's servant, and he said, "Mr. Gorka will see you now." Haron Gorka. You are here and he is ready to see you and that is all Haron Gorka. Well, then, she must see to it that she impressed him compare notes. She would not admit even to herself that she was disappointed with Haron Gorka. It was not that he was homely and unimpressive it was just that he was so ordinary -looking. She almost would have preferred He wore a white linen suit and he had mousy hair, drab eyes, an "In response to your ad. How do you do, Mr. Gorka?" She hoped she wasn't being too formal. But, then, there was no sense in assuming that he would like informality. She could only wait and see and adjust her own actions to suit him. Meanwhile, it would be best to you not?" "I—do." Matilda had had visions of her prince charming sitting back and relaxing with her, telling her of the many things he had done and seen. But first she certainly would have liked to get to know than she did. He waited, however, as if wondering what to say, and Matilda, accustomed to social chatter, gave him a gambit. "I must admit I was surprised when I got exactly what I wanted for "Yes," said Matilda vaguely. Perhaps it might be better, after all, if Haron Gorka were to talk to her as he saw fit. "Well, what, Mr. Gorka?" Almost at once, Matilda's educational background should have told her that Haron Gorka was mouthing gibberish. But on the other hand she wanted to believe in him and the result was that it took until now for her to realize it. "Stop making fun of me," she said. "What's that? Making fun of you?" Haron Gorka's voice had been so more outspoken. When you see my wife, tell her to come back. Again she is right and I am wrong...." Haron Gorka turned his back. Haron Gorka's guests to depart. Then Haron Gorka had severed that relationship, too, and now he was all who enjoyed this sort of outlandish tomfoolery, or else he was plainly insane. She could still picture him ranting on aimlessly to no one in particular about places which had no existence outside of his mind, his She quickly then related everything which had happened, completely and in detail. She did this first because it was a promise, and second because she knew it would make her feel better. "So," she finished, "Haron Gorka is either extremely eccentric or and took out her hat and perched it jauntily atop her gray hair. "You see, my dear, Haron expects too much. He expects entirely too much." Matilda did not say a word. One madman a day would be quite enough for accommodations have to be just right for me, and so forth. When he loses his temper, he tries to convince me that any number of females of the particular planet would be more than thrilled if they were given the opportunity just to listen to him. "But he's wrong. It's a hard life for a woman. Someday—five thousand, ten thousand years from now—I will convince him. And then we will

<question>:
What is alluring about Haron Gorka’s posting to Matilda?

<options>:
A His mystique, and the ideas Matilda projects on him.
B His ego and mystique. He doesn’t say a lot about himself.
C He’s well traveled, so he must have important things to share.m
D His ego. She loves how much he has to say about himself,

<answer>:

A