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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might have a planet revolving about each star. Of all the insane— They were mad, all right, and now Matilda wondered if, actually, they were husband and wife. It could readily be maybe the madness was catching. Maybe if you thought too much about such things, such All she wanted was a mate and she had the gumption to go out and hunt one down. But that meant poaching in a strictly forbidden territory! The best that could be said for Matilda Penshaws was that she was something of a paradox. She was thirty-three years old, certainly not aged when you consider the fact that the female life expectancy is now the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.] paths across her face and now she needed certain remedial undergarments at which she would have scoffed ten or even five years ago. Matilda was also looking for a husband. and that was the direction of Haron Gorka's place. wrapped up in the romantic fallacy of her day that she sought a prince charming, a faithful Don Juan, a man who had been everywhere and tasted of every worldly pleasure and who now wanted to sit on a porch and This, in itself, was not unusual—but Matilda was so completely The fact that in all probability such a man did not exist disturbed a billion men in the world, a goodly percentage of whom are eligible bachelors, and that the right one would come along simply because she had been waiting for him. Matilda, you see, had patience. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that that it was in this way she would find her husband. The widow Penshaws impatiently told her to go out and get dates. "I thought so," she said. "I knew this was coming when I saw that look in your eye at dinner. Where is Herman's engagement ring?" stuffy. I gave him his ring and said thanks anyway and he smiled college reunion was this weekend and he had already turned down the invitation." to hide his feelings." he had to miss his college reunion. That's all he has to hide. A stuffy Victorian prude and even less of a man than the others." "But, Matilda, that's your fifth broken engagement in three years. It up in the sixties, but the lines were beginning to etch their permanent an elderly man interested in ornithology wanted a young chick correspondent interested in the same subject a young, personable man wanted an editorial position because he thought he had something to offer the editorial world and— about which he had a genuine reason to be egotistical. The man sounded as though he would have reason indeed. He only wanted the best because 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 unexpected. "What on earth are you doing up?" man was small, roundish, florid of face, with a pair of eyeglasses asked him where she could find Haron Gorka. "I said, where can I find Haron Gorka?" it's a he. Where can I find him? Where does he live? take it easy, ma'am. First place, I don't know any Haron Gorka—" Matilda did, only they didn't know any Haron Gorka, either. It turned random. As far us the gentry of Cedar Falls was concerned, Haron Gorka early. If she could not find Haron Gorka, that was one thing 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 librarian would know Mr. Haron Gorka. "Haron Gorka." The librarian nodded. you in the afternoon. I never did trust this Mr. Gorka...." "You know him? You know Haron Gorka?" books. Scholarly gentleman, but not without charm. If I were twenty years younger—" "What do you mean?" "I mean anyone would like to correspond with Haron Gorka. Or to know him well. To be considered his friend. Haron Gorka...." "Um, where can I find Mr. Gorka?" "If I can't enjoy an association with Haron Gorka directly, I still of you will tell me about Haron Gorka, sparing no details. You each Haron Gorka lived in what could have been an agrarian estate, except spirits in check. Haron Gorka, the man, was what counted, and the librarian's account of him certainly had been glowing enough. Perhaps his dwelling. That was it, of course: the conspicuous show of wealth or only one with the idea to visit Haron Gorka in person. With half a been the first. Perhaps the other five all were satisfactory perhaps she wouldn't be needed perhaps she was too late.... As it turned out, she wasn't. Not only that, she was welcomed with open arms. Not by Haron Gorka that she really might have liked. Instead, someone she could only regard as a menial met her, and when he asked "What about Mr. Gorka?" that she realized that what is done is done and here, past thirty, 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 she had a nightmare in which Haron Gorka appeared as a giant with two extremely palatable made her forget all about Haron Gorka's neurotic The feeling did not last long. Standing over her was Haron Gorka's servant, and he said, "Mr. Gorka will see you now." Haron Gorka. You are here and he is ready to see you and that is all own, and that each in her turn had already had her first visit with 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 He wore a white linen suit and he had mousy hair, drab eyes, an "In response to your ad. How do you do, Mr. Gorka?" She hoped she wasn't being too formal. But, then, there was no sense in assuming that he would like informality. She could only wait and see man. Well, Haron Gorka obviously had more experience along these lines Matilda, accustomed to social chatter, gave him a gambit. Haron Gorka were to talk to her as he saw fit. "Well, what, Mr. Gorka?" that Haron Gorka was mouthing gibberish. But on the other hand she "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 Haron Gorka turned his back. Haron Gorka's guests to depart. 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 insane. She could still picture him ranting on aimlessly to no one in particular about places which had no existence outside of his mind, his "So," she finished, "Haron Gorka is either extremely eccentric or "He's neither," the librarian contradicted. "Perhaps he is slightly "What do you mean?" "Did he leave a message for his wife?" "Why, yes. Yes, he did. But how did you know? Oh, I suppose he told the five." "No. He didn't. But you were the last and I thought he would give you a message for his wife—" "I am Mrs. Gorka." says I am a finicky traveler, that he could do much better alone, the "I'm sure." "Well, if Haron wants me back, then I have to go. Have a care, my dear. If you marry, choose a home-body. I've had the experience and you've seen my Haron for yourself."

<question>:
Why was Mr. Gorka so strange?

<options>:
A he was insane
B his expectations were so high
C he wasn't who Matilda thought he was
D he was already married

<answer>:

C