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. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.] The weatherman was always right: 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 deeply about it that it never occurred to him that entirely too many people were bumping into him. He was thinking about Optimum Dome old, spoiled meal. From deep inside he could hear the rumble of his Conditions (a crisp 59 degrees, a mildly dessicated 47%) when a bogus fragments showering harmlessly on the city from time to time. Dome weevils, their metal arms reaching out with molten glass, roamed the from the blackness of the living room. "These are not Optimum Dome Conditions!" the voice wailed. "The temperature is not intrigued by a temperature that was always 59 degrees, by a humidity The humidity is not 47%!" that was always 47%, by weather that was always Optimum. It was this rather than skill that enabled the police to maintain such a tight approach with a distinct feeling of admiration, although it was an particularly virulent strain of pneumococcus under his microscope. Lanfierre's job was to ferret out aberration. It couldn't be tolerated 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, Fownes took the wheel. It was off a 1995 Studebaker. "I'm not sure what's going to come of this," he said to Lanfierre with an astonishing amount of objectivity, "but the entire dome air supply is now coming through my bedroom." The wind screamed. small efforts, rarer. Dome Conditions of the bright avenue. "I never figured on this 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 the house toward the side of the dome. "It says here," Fownes shouted over the roaring, "that Dorothy traveled from Kansas to Oz in a twister and that ... and that Oz is a wonderful and mysterious land beyond the confines of everyday living all close at the same time. You'll be watching and all of a sudden every 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 "Yoo-hoo, Mrs. Deshazaway!" The dome weevils were going berserk trying to keep up with the mountainous puffs of glass as he went. "Mrs. Deshazaway!" he shouted. precipitation. They whirred back and forth at frightful speed, then, conversation—and that's why the house shakes." emptied of molten glass, rushed to the Trough which they quickly brain, Lanfierre, breezes of fatigue, zephyrs of irrationality—" dipped and twisted, straining at the mooring of its foundation. The neurotic when they could be enjoying a happy, normal existence. There noticed. There was a certain amount of vibration, of course. He had a bootleg pipe connected into the dome blower system, and the high-pressure air caused some buffeting against the thin walls of the house. At least, he called it buffeting he'd never thought to watch draw-pull. Every window slammed shut. "Tight as a kite," he thought, satisfied. He continued on toward the The old curious stateliness about them. They were all quite old, salvaged from watched as they spun and flashed in the darkness, and then set them for 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 satisfactory, and, for his specific purpose, more functional, illusion. How really odd the ancients were. Seduction seemed to be an incredibly Too formal. They'd be looking out at the romantic one gigantic skeleton that began to rattle its bones and dance as high-pressure air from the dome blower rushed in, slowly opening the Studebaker valve wider and wider.... fell on the garden and rolled ponderously along, crooning And all the rest have What a strange people, the ancients! "Men are too perishable," Mrs. Deshazaway said over dinner. "For all "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, they'll find out? I found out and you can bet they "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?" In no hurry, now that he had the widow's complete attention, Fownes leaned across the table and whispered: "Fresh air, Mrs. Deshazaway? Space? Miles and miles of space where the real-estate monopoly has no control whatever? Where the the dome." "I see." " " Mrs. Deshazaway rose, paced slowly to the window and then came back to the table, standing directly over Fownes. "If you can get us outside the dome," she said, "out where a man stays warm long enough number such that all smaller numbers not having a common divisor primes to government publications and censored old books with holes in them. It was used so infrequently that the Movement was able to meet eighty. She spent her days reading ancient library cards and, like the unintelligibility. 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 stood in the center of the room, leaning on a heavy knobbed cane. 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?" 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 arranged for him to get out. "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." 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." "Then you have discussed preparations, the practical necessities of life in the Open Country. Food, clothing, a weapon perhaps? What else? window and turning his back quite pointedly on them. Everyone spoke at the same moment. "

<question>:
The Movement believes all of the following EXCEPT: Questioning the failings of the old society, failings have put them in the dome; failure of foreign policy (self-containment)

<options>:
A The 'old society' failed in major ways
B The 'old society's' failings led to the creation of the Dome
C The best way to fight those controlling the Dome is collectively, versus individually
D They cannot escape the dome without a strong foreign policy

<answer>:

C