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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lacked adequate medical and research facilities. Bergstrom was waiting in his office monkey on his back Under the cloud of cast-off identities lay the shape of another man— was it himself? blue knapsack across his shoulders. Who he was, and what he was doing here, was clouded. The truth lurked in some corner of his consciousness, but it was not reached by surface had studied it from blueprints, not awareness. ] kill him right away,” a second, less confident voice said. “It’s supposed caustically. “He doesn’t look so “Execute him, I suppose,” the harsh voice said matter-of-factly. “They’re probably just curious to observe his surroundings. It was a mistake. “He’s out of at injustice. And now I’ve done Zarwell did not deign to acknowledge Until that instant he had intended to fight. Now he swiftly Zarwell told him. that others would very probably be waiting outside. His best course now was to sham ignorance. He relaxed. He offered no resistance as they tried to yell as he threw himself frantically backward. He clawed at Zarwell pulled the struggling body down against his chest and held it there until all agitated THE analyst dabbed at his upper lip with a handkerchief. “The Bergstrom, asked. episodes are beginning to tie together,” he said, with an attempt at gratefully when he finished, massaging ] nonchalance. “The next couple should do it.” Zarwell did not answer. His Bergstrom’s neat-boned, fair-skinned memory seemed on the point of complete return, and he sat quietly, hopefully. However, nothing more came and he returned his attention to his more immediate problem. Opening a button on his shirt, he “I don’t see why not.” Zarwell Bergstrom had his bad moment. with the changes that had been Zarwell corrected him. Bergstrom obviously realized he showed little fear. Zarwell had adjusted to a life of ease and some prestige to meet danger calmly. Curiosity restrained his trigger finger. maintained a professional diversionary chatter as he administered Bergstrom shook his head. “I “But use that logical mind you’re supposed to have! Scenes before this have shown what kind of man patient. If he was skilled enough, he could sort the relevancies from Zarwell debated with himself the trouble.” The floor continued its transmutation, and Zarwell sank deep into viscous depths. “Lie back and relax. Don’t …” The words tumbled down from above. They faded, were gone. ZARWELL found himself “Because you’re no mad-dog killer!” Now that the crisis seemed Zarwell’s eyebrows raised. Bergstrom brushed the question He should know all about the instrument, its purpose and workings, but he could not bring his thoughts into rational focus. His forehead creased with his mental effort. Abruptly the unreality about him shifted perspective. He was While Zarwell considered, Bergstrom Zarwell made his decision quickly. longer the same. No longer his own features. reflected. It was more than least every twenty hours. Fortunately his natural features would serve as an adequate disguise concealed by his present perplexity. He was a man who could handle Bergstrom shrugged, dismissing reticence, however. The man had now. his face, loosening muscles that had been tight too long. He sighed be enough for today. Twice in one sitting is about all we ever try. Otherwise some particular episode might cause undue mental stress, and set up a block.” He glanced down at his appointment pad. “Tomorrow glance in the mirror satisfied him Zarwell grunted acknowledgment into a trouser pocket, and a single-edged razor blade. Removing his fiber-cloth jacket feet, apparently unaware that his shirt clung damply to his body. and pushed himself to his he slashed it into strips with the razor blade and flushed it down the same bearded men who had been gray-mottled with windows. Zarwell disposal bowl. With the sleeves of his blouse rolled up he had the resourceful, and well prepared waking from a vivid dream. “Q UITE ingenious,” Graves you deliberately give yourself amnesia?” “What better disguise than to smaller children playing a desultory game of lic-lic for pieces of candy and cigarettes. Slowly he climbed the stairs of a stone flat. He prepared a supper for himself and ate it without either enjoyment or distaste. He lay down, fully clothed, on his bed. The visit to the analyst had done nothing to dispel his ennui. [p 139 Zarwell stopped him with an upraised hand. “Good God, man, can’t you see the reason for all this? I’m tired. I’m trying to quit.” awoke he lay for a moment, unmoving. The feeling was there again, like a scene waiting only to lay at the edge of understanding. If he rested quietly it would all come to him. Yet always, when his mind lost its sleep-induced [p 140 ] lethargy, the moment of near understanding slipped away. This morning, however, the sense of disorientation did not pass with full wakefulness. He achieved no learned then the truth of Russell’s saying: ‘When the oppressed win their freedom they are as oppressive in a closet, might have belonged to a stranger. He pulled himself from his blankets, Zarwell’s tone appealed have only a normal man’s indignation as though he lived there. The feeling was still with him when he returned to the psychoanalyst. THE scene this time was more my share. Yet, wherever I go, the I can’t get rid of it.” He rose. “That disguise and memory planting were supposed to get me out of it. I should have known it wouldn’t work. But this time I’m not going to be drawn word eventually gets out, and I’m right back in a fight again. It’s like the proverbial monkey on my back. Bergstrom did not argue as he left. RESTLESSNESS drove Zarwell from his flat the next day—a was nearing its end. Zarwell was legal holiday on St. Martin’s. At wall surrounding the stricken metropolis. He moved in and joined a who sought vainly to plug the gap. Soon there would be rioting in the streets again, plundering and Zarwell was not the leader of the break in the panorama. Now Zarwell was fleeing, pursued by the Zarwell tried to feel the anger he wanted to feel, but somehow it would not come. “We have nothing to talk about,” was the best he for the eventuality that had befallen. He made his escape without “Then will you just listen? After, Against his will he found himself liking the man, and wanting at least I’ll leave—if you tell me to.” conflict engulfed him. Weary but resigned he accepted could manage. BERGSTROM was regarding ] The next morning when Zarwell it, and did what he had to do …BERGSTROM was regarding Zarwell smiled with mild embarrassment. housed , poorly fed, poorly clothed. Zarwell found himself not listening Zarwell’s expression became wary. He watched Bergstrom did they always try to drag him into their troubles? Why hadn’t he chosen some other world on which to hide? The last question prompted a new thought. Just why had he chosen St. Martin’s? Was it only a coincidence? Or had he, subconsciously at least, picked this particular world? He had always “Quit?” Bergstrom did not quite considered himself the unwilling mightn’t some inner compulsion of his own have put the monkey on his subject of glib persuaders … but follow him. back? is so …” “Haphazard? That’s true. The and let it out in a sigh. “What are your plans so far?” he asked wearily. Bergstrom said confidently. story was always the same. But why until next week end,” Zarwell reminded cure for the skin fungus had not yet been found

<question>:
For what reason is Zarwell seeking treatment with Bergstrom?

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A He is experiencing symptoms of memory loss
B He struggles with night terrors on a regular basis
C He feels paranoid that someone is controlling his thoughts
D He wishes to rid himself of the ennui that stems from his depression

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A