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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he could fool himself into thinking that there was some purpose to this journey. He'd come to believe that perhaps what his life lacked was purpose, and for a while he kept looking for meaning everywhere, to the cousin's utter disgust. good while he was living with his old lady. As for his father, Martin Nobody in the neighborhood was surprised when Martin's mother the descendants were disillusioned by the current crop of Romans. He found that neither purpose nor malice was enough he was still immeasurably bored. He had often fancied that Conrad would prove to be the most stimulating member of the whole generation. But it seemed unlikely that he would Ninian sighed. "He's dissatisfied with the current social order and killing you is part of an elaborate plan he's formulated to change it. You wouldn't understand." get older, someone will explain the whole thing to you." So Martin held his peace, because, on the whole, he liked things the knew lived in scabrous tenement apartments like his, but she seemed to think it was disgusting. "So if you don't like it, clean it up," he suggested. would make up the work. Martin nearly did get sick from laughing so When it became clear that his mother was never going to show up again, Ninian bought one of those smallish, almost identical houses that mushroom on the fringes of a city after every war, particularly where came to stay with them occasionally. Martin was told to call him Uncle Bartholomew and Olaf, Aunts Ottillie and Grania and Lalage, and many more—all cousins to one another, he was told, all descendants of his. she was supposed to know better than he did. He lived well. He had food to eat that he'd never dreamed of before, warm clothes that no one had ever worn before him. He was surrounded by more luxury than he knew what to do with. The non-glass part of the house was of neat, natural-toned wood, with a neat green lawn in front and a neat parti-colored garden in back. Martin missed the old neighborhood, though. He missed having other kids to play with. He even missed his mother. Sure, she hadn't given him enough to eat and she'd beaten him up so hard sometimes that she'd out a rather unpleasant duty. Though they were in the house with him, in their minds and in their talk they were living in another world—a world of warmth and peace and plenty where nobody worked, except in the government service or the essential professions. And they seemed to In their world, Martin came to understand, nobody worked with hands everything was done by machinery. All the people ever did was wear pretty clothes and have good times and eat all they wanted. There was no devastation, no war, no unhappiness, none of the concomitants of normal living. It was then that Martin began to realize that either the whole lot of store or wielding a broken bottle now? He still was rather undersized and he'd read so much that he'd weakened his eyes and had to wear glasses. His face was pallid, because he spent little time in the sun, and his speech rather overbred, his mentors from the future having would they manage to live?" "How did they live before? Come to think of it, if you don't work, how do you But he wasn't, for by now he had little respect left for any of his descendants. They were all exceedingly handsome and cultivated young people, with superior educations, smooth ways of speaking and guilty, I mean. Perhaps a great-grandfather is responsible for his great-grandchildren, but a great-grandchild can hardly be held accountable for his great-grandfather." "How about a great-great-grandchild?" Martin couldn't help asking. beamed at Martin. he had learned long ago that nobody did anything for nothing. But saying so was unwise. Raymond didn't seem to think he really did. "After all," he pointed out defensively, "whatever our motives, it has turned into a good thing for you. Nice home, cultured companions, all the contemporary conveniences, plus some handy anachronisms—I don't see what more you we'll get a more isolated place and run it on a far grander scale. Ostentation—that's the way to live here and now the richer you are, the more eccentricity you can get away with. And," he added, "I might as well be as comfortable as possible while I suffer through this curiously desolate. Because, although he supposed he liked her in a remote kind of way, he had no fondness for her—or she, he knew, for him. at understanding his descendants, far better than they at understanding this had been sheer luck or expert planning. Probably luck, because his descendants were exceedingly inept planners. Few people in the world then could afford to live as stylishly as Martin and his guardian. The place not only contained every possible convenience and gadget but was crammed with bibelots and antiques, carefully chosen by Raymond and disputed by Martin, for, to the man from the future, all available artifacts were antiques. Otherwise, Martin accepted his new surroundings. His sense of wonder had become typical"—impressed him far less than had the suburban split-level aquarium. During those early years, Martin's tutors were exchanged for the least twenty of the cousins came back through time to hold one of their vigorous family councils. Martin was still young enough to enjoy unless one specifically feels a call to some profession or other, one just—well, drifts along happily." second-rate artist. He knew he would never be able to achieve first rank because, even though he was still so young, his work was almost descendants critical approval, but failed to evoke any enthusiasm. The modest sale they enjoyed was mostly to interior decorators. Museums were not interested. "Takes time," Ives tried to reassure him. "One day they'll be buying Ives was the only one of the descendants who seemed to think of Martin which Martin christened the nearly intact semi-civilized world and the uncivilized world, much the same as it had been for centuries. It was like visiting an enormous museum he couldn't seem to identify with his own time any more. The other cousins appeared to find the yacht a congenial head-quarters, largely because they could spend so much time far away from the contemporary inhabitants of the planet and relax and be themselves. So they never moved back to land. Martin spent the rest of his life on they came for the ocean voyage. They spent most of their time aboard ship, giving each other parties and playing an avant-garde Martin didn't care much for their company and associated with them only when not to have done so would have been palpably rude. And, though they were gregarious young people for the most part, they didn't court his society. He suspected that he made them feel uncomfortable. He rather liked Ives, though. Sometimes the two of them would be alone together then Ives would tell Martin of the future world he had come interbred aristocracy, to which Martin's descendants belonged by virtue of their distinguished ancestry. "Rather feudal, isn't it?" Martin asked. Ives agreed, adding that the system had, however, been deliberately planned, rather than the result of haphazard natural development. regretfully, "same as in your day.... Like now, I mean," he corrected himself. "Maybe it is people—I expect you could call them people—there. Still—" he smiled shamefacedly—"couldn't stand by and see my own way of life destroyed, could I?" wished his descendant would show up, so there would be some excitement. A great many of the cousins turned up at the simple ceremony. All were a while, Martin couldn't tell one from another. Cousin after cousin

<question>:
By all accounts, Martin should be grateful for the descendants,

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A yet he resents them.  He rebels against the new way of life they try to petition upon him.
B and he is.  He is appreciative of the fact that they want to make him an integral part of securing their future way of existence.
C and he is.  They have introduced Martin to a much better lifestyle than he was accustomed to.
D but he is unappreciative of the lifestyle they bring to him because he would rather have things the way he was accustomed to.  He sees that even though his lifestyle was rudimentary in comparison, it was genuine.

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D