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

<passage>:
The colony had grown to near self-sufficiency, would soon have a moderate content. monkey on his back Under the cloud of cast-off identities lay the shape of another man— HE was walking endlessly down a long, glass-walled blue knapsack across his shoulders. “So that’s our big, bad man,” a “Execute him, I suppose,” the harsh voice said matter-of-factly. “They’re probably just curious to see what he looks like first. They’ll be disappointed.” Zarwell opened his eyes a slit to observe his surroundings. It was a mistake. “He’s out of it,” the first speaker said, and Zarwell kaleidoscopic, less personal. His captor’s broad face jeered down at Zarwell. “Have a good sleep?” he asked with mock solicitude. Zarwell did not deign to acknowledge that he heard. Zarwell followed his gaze to where a younger man, with a blond lock of hair on his forehead, stood behind him. The youth nodded and went out, while the other pulled a chair up to the side of Zarwell’s cot. While their attention was away from him Zarwell had unobtrusively loosened his bonds as much as possible with arm leverage. As the There was nothing to do after Until that instant he had intended supposed to be great stuff in a situation Zarwell told him. The grin faded from the oily face as the man stood up. He leaned over He offered no resistance as they reached him. reversed his weight and drove his fist at Zarwell’s head. Zarwell pulled the struggling body down against his chest and held it there until all agitated That way I follow pretty well what nonchalance. “The next couple should do it.” Zarwell did not answer. His memory seemed on the point of complete return, and he sat quietly, “How does it tie in with what I hopefully. However, nothing more other than an introspective stillness “I don’t see why not.” Zarwell [p 137 Zarwell corrected him. “You’d be foolish!” how close he was to death. Yet surprisingly, after the first start, he showed little fear. Zarwell had thought the man a bit soft, too that’s been well tested.” The floor beneath Zarwell’s feet turn you in to the police, I’d have done it before this.” Zarwell debated with himself the truth of what the other had said. “Why didn’t you turn me in?” he The floor continued its transmutation, and Zarwell sank deep into trouble.” viscous depths. “Lie back and relax. The words tumbled down from above. They faded, were gone. ZARWELL found himself Don’t …” Zarwell’s eyebrows raised. “Who am I?” he asked, very interested now. Without attention he space or dimension. There was A weapon beautiful in its efficient simplicity. He should know all about the instrument, its purpose and workings, gap. Soon there would be rioting them—the man who held 145 ] Zarwell made his decision quickly. “Go ahead,” he answered. ALL Zarwell’s attention seemed on the cigar he lit as he rode down the escalator, but he surveyed twitch, expand and contract. The face was unharmed, yet it was no longer the same. No longer his own medium tall, with the body of an place.” He paused. “It means no strategy that led to the city’s fall. least every twenty hours. Fortunately his natural features would serve as an adequate disguise Zarwell grunted acknowledgment and pushed himself to his feet, apparently unaware that his Zarwell left the analyst’s office. The white marble of the city’s buildings shimmered in the afternoon gray-mottled with windows. Zarwell was careful not to rest his hand the smell homes of the laborers and lower class techmen who live there. Zarwell passed a group of smaller children playing a desultory game of lic-lic for pieces of ] “Trust and money,” Zarwell said drily. candy and cigarettes. Slowly he his ennui. ] The next morning when Zarwell awoke he lay for a moment, unmoving. The feeling was there Zarwell stopped him with an upraised follow him. “It started on my home colony,” Zarwell explained listlessly. “A gang of hoods had taken over the government. I helped organize a hand. “Good God, man, can’t you see the reason for all this? I’m 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. This time I failed. But I escaped again. I have quite a talent for that also. “I’m not a professional do-gooder.” Zarwell’s tone appealed word eventually gets out, and I’m right back in a fight again. It’s like the proverbial monkey on my back. A village was being ravaged. Men struggled and died in the streets. Zarwell moved among them, seldom taking part in the I can’t get rid of it.” individual clashes, yet a moving He rose. “That disguise and Johnson can do your own revolting. I’m through!” left. Here a city burned. Its resistance was nearing its end. Zarwell was riding a shaggy pony outside a high wall surrounding the stricken metropolis. He moved in and joined a RESTLESSNESS drove Zarwell party of short, bearded men, directing from his flat the next day—a world. legal holiday on St. Martin’s. At who sought vainly to plug the stranger said. in the streets again, plundering and killing. Zarwell was not the leader of the invaders, only a lesser figure in the Zarwell turned and studied the man without answering. He was rebellion. But he had played a leading The job had been well done. Time passed, without visible break in the panorama. Now Zarwell was fleeing, pursued by the The man nodded. Zarwell tried to feel the anger he wanted to feel, but somehow it part in the planning of the same bearded men who had been “You’re Johnson?” he asked. a manner of contained energy. his comrades before. Still he moved with the same firm purpose, vigilant, resourceful, and well prepared would not come. “We have nothing “Then will you just listen? After, I’ll leave—if you tell me to.” Against his will he found himself preamble, “the administrative body 141 ] Zarwell smiled with mild embarrassment. “At least in my dreams.” are the rulers. The citizens work , poorly fed, poorly clothed. They …” Zarwell found himself not listening as Johnson’s voice went on. The story was always the same. But why Zarwell’s expression became wary. He watched Bergstrom closely. After a minute, however, new thought. Just why had he chosen St. Martin’s? Was it only a coincidence? Or had he, subject of glib persuaders … but mightn’t some inner compulsion of his own have put the monkey on his back? “… and we need your help.” Johnson had finished his speech. Zarwell gazed up at the bright sky. He pulled in a long breath, and let it out in a sigh. random, with no chronological sequence. “What are your plans so far?” “That’s what makes me so certain,” by Earth, and the long struggle began to fit the world for human needs. When Zarwell arrived, six essential expansion. binding grasses, grain and trees, and Three rubber-tracked crawlers picked their way down from the mountains until they joined the road passing the belt. They were Zarwell pulled his sun helmet lower, to better guard his hot, dry After its three-thousand-mile journey breathed in. With it came also the worker’s mouth. Zarwell gazed idly about at the other laborers. Fully three-quarters of them were beri-rabza ridden. A the men’s faces and hands were scabbed and red.

<question>:
What is the symbolism of the title?

<options>:
A The monkey represents the series of false memories implanted in Zarwell's mind
B The monkey represents Zarwell's affliction with ennui after becoming a civilian and living a more mundane existence
C The monkey represents Dr. Bergstrom's manipulative influence on Zarwell's psyche
D The monkey represents Zarwell's pattern of joining resistance movements, only to watch them turn corrupt

<answer>:

D