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

<passage>:
Shannon's Imperial Circus was a jinxed Bucky Shannon leaned forward across the little hexagonal table. He thil , but it didn't matter. The pitcher down the drain." He added, as an afterthought, "Destitute." I looked at him. I said sourly, "You're kidding!" "Kidding." Shannon put his elbows on the table and peered at me through a curtain of very blond hair that was trying hard to be red. "He says I'm kidding! With Shannon's Imperial Circus, the Greatest Show in I've wet-nursed Shannon's Imperial Circus around the Triangle for eleven years, and I know. It's lousy, it's mangy, it's broken-down! Nothing works, from the ship to the roustabouts. In short, it stinks!" I must have had the pitcher oftener than I thought. Nobody insults Buckhalter Shannon's Imperial Circus to Buckhalter Shannon's face Shannon's one-seventy-five, and how I'm not as young as I used to be. Shannon?" Shannon put his hands down on his belt. He closed his eyes and smiled and I felt sorry for him. Bucky Shannon grey in his hair and his skin was pink, soft, and shaved painfully clean. He had the kind of a face that nice maiden-ladies will trust with their last dime. I looked for his strong-arm squad. There didn't seem to be any. The little guy looked at Shannon with pale Bucky Shannon got up. He grinned his pleasantest grin. "Delighted. I'm ever met, and you couldn't see into those innocent blue eyes any more than you could see through sheet metal. I didn't like him. I didn't like him at all. But he had money. I said, like hungry cats at a mouse-hole." Beamish. I wish to—ah—charter your circus." independent means, gentlemen. It has always been my desire to lighten the burden of life for those less fortunate...." He sat down, looking like a mean dog waiting for the postman. Beamish ignored him. He went on, quietly, "I have always held that entertainment, of the right sort, is the most valuable aid humanity can have in its search for the alleviation of toil and boredom...." I said, "Sure, sure. But what was your idea?" remedy that. I propose to charter your circus, Mister Shannon, to make He looked at me. I was lying, and he knew it. But he said, "I quite understand that. I would be prepared...." "Yeah. She's kind of temperamental." Bucky took a quick drink. I "She's the star attraction of our show, Mr. Beamish. A real blue-swamp Brothers, and she's much smaller than Gertrude." circus than even I could stand. cansin is a fascinating subject. The extreme rarity of the animal...." stomach jumped like it was shot. Beamish smiled sweetly. Shannon has a good vocabulary. He used it. When he got his breath back "Yeah." "It may be crooked." "Sure. And he may be screwball and on the level. For Pete's sake!" I yelled. "You want to sit here till we all dry up and blow away?" Shannon looked at me, kind of funny. He looked at the bulge in my tunic Shannon's Imperial Circus was crouching beneath its attachments. Late Bucky Shannon walked out into the glare of the light at the entrance to Bucky Shannon regarded them possessively, wiping blood from his nose. "They're good guys, Jig. Swell people. They stuck by me, and I've rewarded them." I said, "Sure," rather sourly. Bucky hiccoughed. I didn't want to see Gertrude. I never got over feeling funny going near as happy as Shannon, and my skin began to crawl a little. It's the smell, I think rank and sour and wild. And the sound of them, Bucky Shannon lurched against me suddenly. I choked back a yell, and "That's tough," said Bucky Shannon. His grey-green eyes looked like an I looked at Gertrude. Her cage is the biggest and strongest in the tank cansin . There's only Bucky Shannon sniffled again. I said irritably, "Be reasonable, Gow! cansin . There may not even be any." Bucky Shannon began to cry. I snarled, "You'll have to snap her out of "I saved her life," he said. "When we bought her out of Hanak's wreck and everybody thought she was too hurt to live, I saved her. I know her. I can do things with her. But this time...." He shrugged. He was huge and tough and ugly, and his voice was like a woman's talking about a sick child. "This time," he said, "I ain't sure." "Well for Pete's sake, do what you can. We got a charter, and we need "You were right, Jig," he mumbled. "Circus is no good. I know it. But it's all I got. I love it, Jig. Unnerstan' me? Like Gow there with Gertrude. She's ugly and no good, but he loves her. I love...." "Sure, sure," I told him. "Stop crying down my neck." "This is it. This is it, and oh God, I'm scared!" little brown face was crinkled with laughter. He'd lost most of his teeth, and he gummed thak -weed. It smelt. "You pretty, Mis' Jig," he giggled. "You funny like hell." said, "Where's Shannon? How is he?" nickuhtime get snakes. You hero. Haw! You funny like hell!" snakes had done a good job. I looked like I was upholstered in Scotch I shrugged. "You're the boss man. I'm only the guy that beats off the creditors." "Yeah," Bucky said reflectively. "And I hear starvation isn't a I said, "Skip it. The next time, just don't trip me up, that's all!" strong-man got hurt during the take-off, and the Mercurian cave-cat had of their pants. Circus people are funny that way. Shannon and I did a little quiet sleuthing, but it was a waste of time. I snarled, "What do you want, with this lousy dog-and-pony show!" and the electric power they carry in their own bodies. They're Venusian middle-swampers, they're not human, and they never forget it. "Death," she whispered. "Death and trouble. The jungle tells me. I can hard-bitten guy, lean and tough as a twist of tung wire. I felt sick, looking down at him. of his face had gone slack and his eyes were bloodshot. He was covered with mud, and his mouth twitched like a sick old man's. He said thickly, "I found it. I said I'd do it, and I did. I found it and brought it out." stood out like guy wires. "Don't leave me. Got to tell you—where it is. Got to take it back. Promise you'll take it back." He gasped and struggled over his breathing. "Sure," said Bucky. "Sure, well take it back. What is it?" " Cansin . Male. Only one. You don't know...! Take him back." Beamish with his round dead baby face. I climbed over Shannon and Shannon stared at me. Beamish started to get indignant. "Shut up," I

<question>:
How does Shannon feel about the circus?

<options>:
A He needs it for money, nothing more.
B He resents that he's stuck with it, and gets angry when people insult it.
C Despite it's quality, he truly cares about it.
D He believes in it's quality, and has faith in it.

<answer>:

C