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

<passage>:
A sound foreign policy ," they all said, it being almost too obvious for words. , thirty-five years overdue!" She was calculating the fine as he closed the door. Humphrey Fownes' preoccupation finally came to an end when he was one block away from his house. It was then that he realized something own independent gavotte, he reached for the doorknob with an immense one after another, a place of little traffic and minimum distractions. But he was thinking about weather, which was an unusual subject to begin with for a person living in a domed city. He was thinking so suits, small tables, lamps trailing their cords, ashtrays, sofa cushions. The house was emptying itself fiercely, as if disgorging an old, spoiled meal. From deep inside he could hear the rumble of his fragments showering harmlessly on the city from time to time. Dome Optimum Dome Conditions!" the voice wailed. "The temperature is not "Are you going to make it stop or aren't you!" MacBride yelled. "You'll have to tell me what you did first!" within the confines of a dome. Conformity had become more than a social force it was a physical necessity. And, after years of working at it, an astonishing amount of objectivity, "but the entire dome air supply edged out of the house and forced the front door shut. The wind died. The fog dispersed. They stood dripping in the Optimum Dome Conditions of the bright avenue. seen how extraordinarily repetitious people were, echoes really, dimly resounding echoes, each believing itself whole and separate. They spoke in an incessant chatter of cliches, and their actions were unbelievably trite. Then a fine robust freak came along and the others—the echoes—refused single window in the place will drop to its sill." Lanfierre leaned back in the seat, his eyes still on the house. "Sometimes I think there's a whole crowd of people in there waiting for a signal—as if they all had something important to say but had to close the windows first so no one could hear. Why else close the windows in a domed city? And then as soon as the place is buttoned up they all explode into conversation—and that's why the house shakes." The dome weevils were going berserk trying to keep up with the MacBride whistled. "No, I don't need a vacation." "No, you don't need a rest," MacBride said. "You're starting to see flying houses, hear loud babbling voices. You've got winds in your brain, Lanfierre, breezes of fatigue, zephyrs of irrationality—" , will you shut. The street was deserted and quiet, not a movement, not a sound. MacBride and Lanfierre both leaned forward, as if waiting for the marry me? Yoo-hoo!" Lanfierre and Lieutenant MacBride leaned against their car and waited, dipped and twisted, straining at the mooring of its foundation. The "And compasses won't work on this street." seven o'clock in the evening, April seventh, any year. Outside, the domed city vanished. It was replaced by an illusion. Or, as Fownes hoped it might appear, the illusion of the domed city vanished and was replaced by a more as the moon shifted to People Will Say We're In Love . Insist on it. I tell you, my dear, this is a genuine realistic How really odd the ancients were. Seduction seemed to be an incredibly long and drawn-out process, accompanied by a considerable amount of falsification. Communication seemed virtually impossible. "No" meant any number of things, depending on the tone of voice and the circumstances. It could mean yes, it could mean ask me again later on . That might be it. I was wondering, seeing as how it's so late, if you wouldn't rather stay over instead of going home.... Preoccupied, he hadn't noticed the winds building up, didn't hear the high-pressure air from the dome blower rushed in, slowly opening the and went out the front door, wondering about the rhyme of the months, about stately August and eccentric February and romantic April. April. He still didn't see the orange car parked down the street. "Men are too perishable," Mrs. Deshazaway said over dinner. "For all practical purposes I'm never going to marry again. All my husbands die." not going to marry you and if you want my husbands of their life force and when they're empty I carry their bodies outside on my way to the justice of the peace." "As long as there are people," he said philosophically, "there'll be talk." "But it's the air! Why don't they talk about that? The air is stale, shoulders. "And what about those very elaborate plans you've been making to seduce me?" "Don't you think they'll find out? I question he always answers and you will too. You'll tell them I wanted to be courted and when they hear that they'll be around to ask me a here and now I have other plans for you, Mrs. Deshazaway." "But my dear Mr. Fownes," she said, leaning across the table. "We're lost, you and I." "Not if we could leave the dome," Fownes said quietly. "That's impossible! How?" or is it the other way around? No matter. How would you like the dome." " And ," Mr. Fownes added, his voice a honeyed whisper, "they say that somewhere out in the space and the roses and the moonlight, the sleeping equinox yawns and rises because on a certain day it's vernal and that's when it roams the Open Country where geigers no outside the dome," she said, "out where a man stays warm them. It was used so infrequently that the Movement was able to meet this . Seven years The Movement met in what had been the children's room, where unpaid looking oddly like giants fled from their fairy tales, protesting. "Where did the old society fail?" the leader was demanding of them. He glanced around at the group almost complacently, and waited as Humphrey Fownes squeezed into an empty chair. "We live in a dome," the leader said, "for lack of something. An invention! What is the one thing that the great technological societies before ours could not invent, notwithstanding their various giant brains, electronic and otherwise?" waited, uncomfortable in the tight chair, while the others struggled with this problem in revolutionary dialectics. " A sound foreign policy ," the leader said, aware that no one else had obtained the insight. "If a sound foreign policy can't be created the only alternative is not to have any foreign policy at all. Thus the movement into domes began— by common consent of the governments . This is known as self-containment." Dialectically out in left field, Humphrey Fownes waited for a lull in the ensuing discussion and then politely inquired how it might be "Out?" the leader said, frowning. "Out? Out where?" "Outside the dome." "Oh. All in good time, my friend. One day we shall all pick up and leave." "And that day I'll await impatiently," Fownes replied with marvelous tact, "because it will be lonely out there for the two of us. My future wife and I have to leave now ." "Nonsense. Ridiculous! You have to be prepared for the Open Country. You can't just up and leave, it would be suicide, Fownes. And dialectically very poor." window and turning his back quite pointedly on them. Everyone spoke at the same moment. "

<question>:
What is ironic about the Movement's refusal to attempt to escape the Dome?

<options>:
A They are actually content living inside the Dome and are part of a group designed to frame Fownes
B They fear they will not survive the elements outside of the Dome, but outside of the Dome is a peaceful place
C They like to think of themselves as being valiant and insubordinate, but they are actually afraid and conformist
D They claim that they are waiting for a sound foreign policy, but they are already living within the government's choice for one

<answer>:

D