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

<passage>:
sign on me ... my comfortably untidy world had suddenly turned into a monstrosity of order! "Madison and Fifty-fourth," I said. usual crowd of buffs watching the digging machines and, in particular, a man with a pneumatic drill who was breaking up some hard-packed clay. While I looked, a big lump of it fell away, and for an instant I was found that I had missed the story conference. During the day, by actual count, I heard the phrase "I'm just "The whole ball of wax," twelve times. However, my story had been accepted without change because nobody had noticed my absence from the conference room. There you have what is known as the Advertising World, the Advertising game or the advertising racket, depending upon which that I cannot take a breath without her. She is right, but not for the too." sentence. Damn the heat, damn the pencil, damn Madison Avenue and advertising. about this decorative fact when I saw that as they were making a turn, they seemed to bunch up together. By some curious chance, they all fell. of my neighbor, Nat, a very quiet guy who works on a newspaper and has door to offer Nat help if he needed it. There were four men confronting on the floor. About half were face down, as might be expected, and the rest face up—all red. of thing and one guy got queens over tens, until it gets to be my deal. Brother! Straight flush to the king—every time! And each time, at least five feet. Nat was too wound up in his thoughts to notice and On the sidewalk, a man walking in front of Nat stooped suddenly to tie swerved to avoid Nat. The street was still wet and the taxi skidded, to a lamp. windows, mainly to shut out the tumult and the shouting. Nat had All knows everything. "Not in the least," I said. "Come on over here. I've got something for point where I was about to put down the word "agurgling," I decided it was too reminiscent of Gilbert and Sullivan, and stopped at the letter "Well," McGill said, "nothing you've told me is impossible or supernatural. Just very, very improbable. In fact, the odds against that poker game alone would lead me to suspect Nat, well as I know him. It's all those other things...." "Alec, you're a reasonable guy, so I don't think you'll take offense at and the odds against it so astronomical, that I must take the view that must have been nearly two dollars in silver and pennies. "Do you think they'll each have the same date, perhaps?" "No. During the week." He shook his head. "In that case, no. Discounting the fact that you could have prearranged it, if my dim provisional theory is right, that would be actually tell you about it later. No, just throw down the change. Let's see if they all come up heads." "Great Scott," he said, and sat down. "I suppose you know that there are two great apparently opposite principles governing the Universe—random and design. The sands on the beach are an example of the particles of a gas are what we call random, but there are so many of them, we treat them statistically and derive the Second Law of Thermodynamics—quite reliable. It isn't theoretically hard-and-fast manifestation." "Do you mean," I asked in some confusion, "that some form of life is He shook his head. "No. All I mean is that improbable things usually have improbable explanations. When I see a natural law being broken, I don't say to myself, 'Here's a miracle.' I revise my version of the book of rules. Something—I don't know what—is going on, and it seems "I guess I must have been. It happened just after I left." "Hm. You're the center, all right. But why?" "Center of what?" I asked. "I feel as though I were the center of an electrical storm. Something has it in for me!" McGill grinned. "Don't be superstitious. And especially don't be anthropomorphic." "Well, if it's the opposite of random, it's got to be a form of life." anything like it." replaced by looks of suspicion and then determination. the umbrella and we'll say no more about it!" "And so now it's Missus Mac-Philip, is it?" said her adversary. Molly. My nurse-wife. "Oh, Alec!" she said, and managed to detach herself. "Are you all right?" Was I all right! "Molly! What are you doing here?" "Of course I'm all right. But why...." you're all right?" to it. He did so, and when he got to the summing up, I had the feeling she was "In other words, you think it's something organic?" "Well," McGill said, "I'm trying to think of anything else it might be. "But so far as I can see," Molly answered, "it's mere probability, and without any over-all pattern." "Not quite. It has a center. Alec is the center." think this silly of me," she went on to McGill, "but why isn't it something like an overactive poltergeist?" "Pure concept," he said. "No genuine evidence." "Magnetism?" "Absolutely not. For one thing, most of the objects affected weren't magnetic—and don't forget magnetism is a force, not a form of energy, has a definite shape and exhibits growth, but that's all. I'll agree is involved, but plants don't move and amebas have no shape. Then a crystal feeds, but it does not convert what it feeds on it merely rearranges it into a call improbability." is it? What's it made of?" "I should say it was made of the motions. There's a similar idea about the atom. Another thing that's like a crystal is that it appears to be forming around a nucleus not of its own material—the way a speck of sand thrown into a supersaturated solution becomes the nucleus of crystallization." impertinent look. "Because I don't think this thing got going before today and "I guess you dropped it on the floor, mister," he said with strong disapproval. "Certainly not," I said. "Is it broken?" "Not exactly broken "I'm in no mood to cook," she said. "Let's get away from all this." McGill raised an eyebrow. "If all this, as you call it, will let us." In the lobby, we ran into Nat, looking smug in a journalistic way. some mystical, Hibernian way. Hello, McGill, what's with you?" you all about it." Since we decided on an air-conditioned restaurant nearby on Sixth next table were a fat lady, wearing a very long, brilliant green evening gown, and a dried-up sour-looking man in a tux. When the waiter returned, they preempted him and began ordering dinner fussily: cold cuts for the man, and vichyssoise, lobster salad and strawberry parfait for the fat lady. salt seemed to have been used made faces. The waiter was concerned and apologetic, and took the drinks back to one of the drinks. Then he dumped them in his sink with a puzzled expression and made a new batch. After shaking this up, he set out a I had the impression that the shaker had frozen solid. Well, ice is a crowded around in front of him, offering advice. Our waiter came back, baffled, saying he'd have the drinks in a moment, and went to the kitchen. When he returned, he had madame's vichyssoise and some rolls, which he put down, and then went to the bar, where the audience had grown larger. vichyssoise. "Hey! What's the idea?" snarled the sour-looking man. "I'm terribly sorry," I said. "It was an accident. I—" The fat lady surged from the banquette and slapped me meatily. The man

<question>:
Which word best describes Nat?

<options>:
A dishonest
B respectable
C enthusiastic
D partier

<answer>:

B