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

<passage>:
would soon have a moderate prosperity, yet they still lacked adequate medical and research facilities. By CHARLES V. DE VET monkey on his back Under the cloud of cast-off identities when Zarwell arrived that hard cot, with his eyes closed, down a long, glass-walled corridor. Bright sunlight cot. caustically. “He doesn’t look so tough now, does he?” “It might have been better to “What do you think they’ll do with him?” “Execute him, I suppose,” the harsh voice said matter-of-factly. “They’re probably just curious to Zarwell opened his eyes a slit to down, two steps at a stride. With no break in pace he veered into an down at Zarwell. “Have a good sleep?” he asked with mock solicitude. Zarwell did not deign to acknowledge Zarwell followed his gaze to where streets. Zarwell moved among up to the side of Zarwell’s cot. them, seldom taking part in the with an instinctive motion. Until that instant he had intended to fight. Now he swiftly large square teeth. “How able to incapacitate two or three and break out. But the fact that Zarwell told him. they had been expecting him meant about giving me a sample?” the cot—and Zarwell’s left hand now was to sham ignorance. He relaxed. He offered no resistance as they reached him. ruffian, copper-brown face damp with perspiration and body oil, be waiting outside. His best course and a hard flat object crashed against the side of 144 ] nonchalance. “The next couple should do it.” Zarwell did not answer. His memory seemed on the point of other than an introspective stillness comanalysis this afternoon “I don’t see why not.” Zarwell he showed little fear. Zarwell had adjusted to a life of ease and some maintained a professional diversionary chatter as he administered “Why would I be foolish?” he asked. “Your Meninger oath of inviolable The floor beneath Zarwell’s feet assumed abruptly the near transfluent consistency of a damp sponge. It rose in a foot-high wave prestige to meet danger calmly. and rolled gently toward the far with practiced urbanity. “When “But use that logical mind you’re supposed to have! Scenes before you are. Just because this last happened patient. If he was skilled enough, he could sort the relevancies from the vast amount of chaff. We are here on St. Martin’s makes Zarwell debated with himself the serum, to confine our discourses to trouble.” The floor continued its transmutation, and Zarwell sank deep into “Because you’re no mad-dog killer!” Now that the crisis seemed ZARWELL found himself Zarwell’s eyebrows raised. A weapon beautiful in its efficient simplicity. but he could not bring his thoughts into rational focus. His forehead creased with his mental effort. Abruptly the unreality about The other “himself” drifted Zarwell made his decision quickly. twitch, expand and contract. The face was unharmed, yet it was no longer the same. No longer his own features. “No,” Zarwell answered. least every twenty hours. a hard granite core, only partially concealed by his present perplexity. reticence, however. The man had as much. A quite normal first phase of treatment.” He straightened a paper on his desk. “I think that will 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 Zarwell grunted acknowledgment Zarwell left the analyst’s office. heat, squat and austere as giant tree trunks, pock-marked and Flats, on the way to his apartment. uncomfortable in the day’s heat, waking from a vivid dream. “Q UITE ingenious,” Graves murmured admiringly. “You had your mind already preconditioned and the lowing of imported cattle shipped to the country. All St. Martin’s has a distinctive smell, as of an arid dried-out Zarwell passed a group of “Trust and money,” Zarwell said Zarwell nodded. or distaste. He lay down, fully clothed, on his bed. The visit to the his ennui. [p 139 Zarwell stopped him with an upraised The next morning when Zarwell awoke he lay for a moment, unmoving. you see the reason for all this? I’m tired. I’m trying to quit.” analyst had done nothing to dispel Zarwell explained listlessly. “A his mind lost its sleep-induced lethargy, the moment of near understanding slipped away. This morning, however, the sense full wakefulness. He achieved no them thoughtfully. “I learned then the truth of Russell’s saying: ‘When the oppressed win their freedom they are as oppressive as their former masters.’ When they went bad, I opposed them. his body moving with mechanical also. “I’m not a professional do-gooder.” have only a normal man’s indignation at injustice. And now I’ve done my share. Yet, wherever I go, the word eventually gets out, and I’m right back in a fight again. It’s like the proverbial monkey on my back. 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 individual clashes, yet a moving force in the conflict . back in! You and your Vernon Johnson can do your own revolting. I’m through!” known it wouldn’t work. But this was nearing its end. Zarwell was party of short, bearded men, directing them as they battered at the many-wheeled truck. The log broke a breach in the concrete and the besiegers charged through, carrying back the defenders who sought vainly to plug the gap. Soon there would be rioting Zarwell turned and studied the in the streets again, plundering and with the same firm purpose, vigilant, resourceful, and well prepared for the eventuality that had befallen. is beginning to prosper. Yet Zarwell smiled with mild embarrassment. “At least in my dreams.” “Dreams?” Bergstrom’s eyes haven’t had an election now in the last twenty-three years. St. Martin’s the only ones receiving the benefits are the rulers. The citizens work twelve hours a day. They are poorly housed not dreams. They were recollections , poorly fed, poorly clothed. They …” Zarwell’s expression became as Johnson’s voice went on. The Zarwell found himself not listening of his chair. “I remember nothing new thought. Just why had he chosen St. Martin’s? Was it only a subconsciously is so …” “Haphazard? That’s true. The recall episodes are always purely random, with no chronological sequence. Our problem will be to reassemble them in proper order subject of glib persuaders … but trigger a complete memory return. “It is my considered opinion,” Zarwell gazed up at the bright mightn’t some inner compulsion of amnesia. I believe we will find that your mind has been tampered his own have put the monkey on his later. Or some particular scene may “You don’t remember what we have shown to be true. Conversely then, what you think you remember must be false. It must have been until next week end,” Zarwell reminded “You’re a yellow-livered bastard,” sediment. The progress of life from the sea to the land was a mechanical [p ] process of this growing world. at least, picked this particular months before, the vitalized area sodded the sterile rock, planted binding grasses, grain and trees, and diverted rivers to keep it fertile. When there were no rivers to divert they blasted out springs and lakes they imported microorganisms from Earth. Three rubber-tracked crawlers picked their way down from the mountains until they joined the road passing the belt. They were After its three-thousand-mile journey across scorched sterile rock, it sucked the moisture from a man’s body, bringing a membrane-shrinking Zarwell gazed idly about at the

<question>:
Which term best describes the sequencing of Zarwell's dreams under comanalysis?

<options>:
A arbitrary
B prophetic
C misleading
D regressive

<answer>:

A