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

<passage>:
They were mad, all right, and now Matilda wondered if, actually, Matilda would seek the happy medium. at which she would have scoffed ten or even five years ago. Matilda was This, in itself, was not unusual—but Matilda was so completely why Matilda liked the country better than the city, particularly on a Matilda, you see, had patience. She also had a fetish. Matilda had received her A.B. from exclusive them carefully and then read them again, looking for the masculine names which, through a system known only to Matilda, had an affinity to her own. To the gentlemen upon whom these names were affixed, Matilda would write, and she often told her mother, the widow Penshaws, That particular night, Matilda pulled her battered old sedan into the Matilda smiled. "It wouldn't have worked out, Ma. He was too darned "But, Matilda, that's your fifth broken engagement in three years. It in love, Matilda—no one does. Love osmoses into you Matilda admired her mother's use of the word osmosis, but she found Matilda switched her bed lamp on and dabbed some citronella on each subject a young, personable man wanted an editorial position because Matilda read the next one twice. Then she held it close to the light Matilda even liked the sound of the name. But mostly, she had to admit it . Or, that is, him . Intelligent, somewhat egotistical male who's really been around, whose Matilda could see that. But she had 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 no nationality for all intents and purposes he was an international man, a figure among figures, a paragon.... Matilda sighed happily as she put out the light. The moon shone in Matilda was not yet that far gone in years or appearance. Dressed Matilda got out of bed at seven, tiptoed into the bathroom, showered "Mother," gasped Matilda. Matilda always gasped when she saw something Then the widow Penshaws told Matilda that she could never hope to sneak Matilda hummed Mendelssohn's Wedding March all the way. It was her "Hello," said Matilda. "I said, where can I find Haron Gorka?" "Is that in the United States?" "It's not a that it's a he. Where can I find him? Where does he live? What's the quickest way to get there?" The stereotype pushed up his glasses and looked at her squarely. "Now Matilda kept the alarm from creeping into her voice. She muttered an stereotype, and he scratched his bald head. Then he told Matilda almost Matilda did, only they didn't know any Haron Gorka, either. It turned out that no one did: Matilda tried the general store, the fire random. As far us the gentry of Cedar Falls was concerned, Haron Gorka did not exist. Matilda felt bad, but she had no intention of returning home this hadn't she thought of it before? Certainly a man as well-educated as Haron Gorka would be an avid reader, and unless he had a permanent Matilda cleared her throat. "Pardon me," she began. "I'm looking for—" "Haron Gorka." The librarian nodded. "How on earth did you know?" "That's easy. You're the sixth young woman who came here inquiring Matilda jumped as if she had been struck strategically from the rear. Matilda thought a little flattery might be effective. "Only ten," she "Was this the way?" she demanded. Matilda was not very good at this could get the vicarious pleasure of your contact with him. Report to me faithfully and you'll get his address. That's what the other five will do, and with half a dozen of you, I'll get an overall picture. Each one that the land no longer was being tilled. The house itself had fallen to ruin. This surprised Matilda, but she did not let it keep her spirits in check. Haron Gorka, the man, was what counted, and the librarian's account of him certainly had been glowing enough. Perhaps he was too busy with his cultural pursuits to pay any real attention to personal industry meant nothing at all to Haron Gorka. Matilda liked be left far behind. Matilda congratulated herself for what she thought Matilda. And then, quite annoyedly, she berated herself for not having that she really might have liked. Instead, someone she could only regard as a menial met her, and when he asked A little doubtful now, Matilda thanked him and watched him leave. He closed the door softly behind his retreating feet, but Matilda's ears It must be said to Matilda's favor that she sobbed only once. After she wasn't going to be girlishly timid about it. Besides, it was not her fault if, in his unconcern, Haron Gorka had unwittingly hired a For a time Matilda paced back and forth in her room, and of what was she had a nightmare in which Haron Gorka appeared as a giant with two heads, but, upon awaking with a start, she immediately ascribed that to her overwrought nerves. Matilda gasped once and felt about to gasp again—but by then her attributed to coincidence, and the further fact that everything was extremely palatable made her forget all about Haron Gorka's neurotic little while Matilda was asleep again. This time she did not dream at The feeling did not last long. Standing over her was Haron Gorka's He had a point there, but Matilda hardly even had time to fix her hair. "You sure?" Matilda wanted to take no chances. Haron Gorka. Well, then, she must see to it that she impressed him Haron Gorka. It was not that he was homely and unimpressive it was just that he was so ordinary He wore a white linen suit and he had mousy hair, drab eyes, an almost-Roman nose, a petulant mouth with the slight arch of the egotist at each corner. He said, "Greetings. You have come—" "In response to your ad. How do you do, Mr. Gorka?" "I—do." Matilda had had visions of her prince charming sitting back know the man. Well, Haron Gorka obviously had more experience along these lines Matilda, accustomed to social chatter, gave him a gambit. "Yes," said Matilda vaguely. Perhaps it might be better, after all, if Matilda said, "Beg pardon?" Almost at once, Matilda's educational background should have told her all over that system—" "Stop!" "What's that? Making fun of you?" Haron Gorka's voice had been so eager as he spoke, high-pitched, almost like a child's, and now he Matilda could do nothing but leave the room, walk back through the Then Haron Gorka had severed that relationship, too, and now he was all alone. were, of course, two alternatives. Either Haron Gorka was an eccentric who enjoyed this sort of outlandish tomfoolery, or else he was plainly aging woman would be as disappointed as Matilda, but a promise was a broom-stick figure, rigid. But now when she saw Matilda she perked up "I don't know what they told you," Matilda said. "But this is what because she knew it would make her feel better. "So," she finished, "Haron Gorka is either extremely eccentric or insane. I'm sorry." Matilda didn't understand. She didn't understand at all, but she told me if I told you something." "What's that?" "I am Mrs. Gorka." 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 . That would be so nice—" "I'm sure."

<question>:
What about Haron didn't excite Matilda?

<options>:
A he was egotistical
B he lived nearby
C his physical appearance
D his name

<answer>:

C