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 when Zarwell arrived that evening. HE was lying motionless on a 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 allowed his eyes to open fully. 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. The big man turned. “You can tell the Chief he’s awake,” he said. 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 Until that instant he had intended to fight. Now he swiftly reassessed the odds. There were five of them, he saw. He should be able to incapacitate two or three “You’re a yellow-livered bastard,” Zarwell told him. The grin faded from the oily face as the man stood up. He leaned over the cot—and Zarwell’s left hand and break out. But the fact that they had been expecting him meant shot up and locked about his throat, joined almost immediately by the tried to yell as he threw himself frantically backward. He clawed at the hands about his neck. When that failed to break the grip he suddenly 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 ruffian, copper-brown face damp with perspiration and body oil, The starch went out of his legs. “D John Zarwell shook his head. “Did I talk while I was under?” nonchalance. “The next couple should do it.” Zarwell did not answer. His memory seemed on the point of complete return, and he sat quietly, yet?” “I don’t see why not.” Zarwell [p 137 again. “You must be joking.” “I have very little sense of humor,” 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 adjusted to a life of ease and some the drug. “A scopolamine derivative that’s been well tested.” The floor beneath Zarwell’s feet assumed abruptly the near transfluent know it’s been broken before. But you need me. You’re not through, you know. If you killed me you’d done it before this.” Zarwell debated with himself the truth of what the other had said. trouble.” The floor continued its transmutation, and Zarwell sank deep into viscous depths. “Lie back and relax. Don’t …” The words tumbled down from above. They faded, were gone. ZARWELL found himself “Why didn’t you turn me in?” he “Because you’re no mad-dog Zarwell’s eyebrows raised. killer!” Now that the crisis seemed but he could not bring his thoughts into rational focus. His forehead creased with his mental 145 ] Zarwell made his decision quickly. “Go ahead,” he answered. ALL Zarwell’s attention seemed on the cigar he lit as he rode twitch, expand and contract. The face was unharmed, yet it was no longer the same. No longer his own features. The muscles should be rested at least every twenty hours. Fortunately his natural features would serve as an adequate disguise himself well in an emergency. sitting is about all we ever try. Otherwise some particular episode might cause undue mental stress, down at his appointment pad. “Tomorrow at two, then?” Zarwell grunted acknowledgment and pushed himself to his feet, apparently unaware that his shirt clung damply to his body. Zarwell left the analyst’s office. gray-mottled with windows. Zarwell was careful not to rest his hand Zarwell passed a group of smaller children playing a desultory ] “Trust and money,” Zarwell said drily. Zarwell nodded. his ennui. [p 139 ] The next morning when Zarwell awoke he lay for a moment, unmoving. Zarwell stopped him with an upraised hand. “Good God, man, can’t you see the reason for all this? I’m The feeling was there tired. I’m trying to quit.” Zarwell explained listlessly. “A gang of hoods had taken over the his mind lost its sleep-induced [p 140 If he rested quietly it would lethargy, the moment of near understanding slipped away. all come to him. Yet always, when ] government. I helped organize a This morning, however, the sense their freedom they are as oppressive as their former masters.’ When they went bad, I opposed them. This time I failed. But I escaped “I’m not a professional do-gooder.” Zarwell’s tone appealed to Bergstrom for understanding. “I have only a normal man’s indignation my share. Yet, wherever I go, the 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 I can’t get rid of it.” them, seldom taking part in the back in! You and your Vernon Johnson can do your own revolting. I’m through!” Bergstrom did not argue as he left. RESTLESSNESS drove Zarwell was nearing its end. Zarwell was from his flat the next day—a riding a shaggy pony outside a high Here a city burned. Its resistance world. wall surrounding the stricken metropolis. legal holiday on St. Martin’s. At can spare a few minutes,” 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 medium tall, with the body of an The job had been well done. Time passed, without visible break in the panorama. Now Zarwell was fleeing, pursued by the Zarwell tried to feel the anger he wanted to feel, but somehow it The man nodded. would not come. “We have nothing same bearded men who had been “Then will you just listen? After, I’ll leave—if you tell me to.” Against his will he found himself resourceful, and well prepared for the eventuality that had befallen. conflict engulfed him. Weary but resigned he accepted He made his escape without 141 ] Zarwell smiled with mild embarrassment. “At least in my dreams.” is beginning to prosper. Yet twelve hours a day. They are poorly housed , poorly fed, poorly clothed. They …” Zarwell found himself not listening as Johnson’s voice went on. The Zarwell’s expression became story was always the same. But why about giving me a sample?” “Quit?” Bergstrom did not quite “… 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. follow him. we have done enough. This episode was quite prolonged.” “I won’t have any time off again until next week end,” Zarwell reminded him. A WORK truck picked Zarwell grabbed him by the jacket and by Earth, and the long struggle began to fit the world for human needs. When Zarwell arrived, six months before, the vitalized area already extended three hundred export thus far. Zarwell pulled his sun helmet lower, to better guard his hot, dry Zarwell gazed idly about at the other laborers. Fully three-quarters of them were beri-rabza ridden. A and hands were scabbed and red.

<question>:
Why does Zarwell want to retire from overthrowing corrupt governments?

<options>:
A Zarwell met the love of his life and wants to spend his days in peace.
B Often the new government becomes just as oppressive as the old one.
C Zarwell is getting too old to fight.
D Zarwell has become ill and can no longer fight the good fight.

<answer>:

B