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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That the gentleman in question was a nut was beyond question. He was an institutionalized psychotic. He was nutty enough to think he could make an atom bomb out of modeling clay! shoulder. "You're doing just fine, Mr. Lieberman. Show it to me when you have finished." and went back to his aimless smearing in the finger paints. Miss Abercrombie smoothed her smock down over trim hips and surveyed the other patients working at the long tables in the hospital's arts and crafts shop. Two muscular and bored attendants in spotless whites, lounged beside the locked door and chatted idly about the Dodgers' of advice here, and a suggestion there. She stopped behind a frowning, intense patient, rapidly shaping blobs of carefully placed it into a hollow shell hemisphere of clay. The flying fingers continued to whip out the bits of shaped clay as the patient ignored the question. He hunched closer to his table as if to Safely behind the patient's back, Miss Abercrombie smiled ever so "All right, fellows," he called out, "time to go back. Put up your things." There was a rustle of paint boxes and papers being shuffled and chairs being moved back. A tall, blond patient with a flowing mustache, put one more dab of paint on his canvas and stood back to survey the meaningless At the clay table, Funston feverishly fabricated the last odd-shaped bit of clay and slapped it into place. With a furtive glance around him, he clapped the other half of the clay sphere over the filled hemisphere and warm, afternoon sunlight and the door closed behind them. made short, precise notes on the day's work accomplished by each patient. At the clay table, she carefully lifted the top half of the clay ball When she had completed her rounds, she slipped out of the smock, tucked the chart book under her arm and left the crafts building for the day. The sun set, darkness fell over the stilled hospital grounds and the sheltered the deserted crafts building. An instant later, the shattering roar and blast of the explosion struck the hospital buildings in a wave of force and the bursting crash of a thousand windows was lost in the fury of the explosion and the wild screams of the frightened and demented patients. It was over in an instant, and a stunned moment later, recessed ceiling Beyond the again-silent hills, a great pillar of smoke, topped by a small mushroom-shaped cloud, rose above the gaping hole that had been the arts and crafts building. Thaddeus Funston took his hands from his face and lay back in his bed with a small, secret smile on his lips. Attendants and nurses scurried through the hospital, seeing how many had been injured in the explosion. None had. The hills had absorbed most of the shock and apart from a The roar and flash of the explosion had lighted and rocked the Within fifteen minutes, the disaster-trained crews had detected heavy equipment back to a safe distance, a few hundred yards away. At 5:45 a.m. a cordon was thrown around both the hospital and the blast "It's impossible and unbelievable," Colonel Thomas Thurgood said for the fifteenth time, later that morning, as he looked around the group of "I don't care if it was the size of a peanut," Thurgood screamed. "How did it get here?" A military intelligence agent spoke up. "If we knew, sir, we wouldn't be standing around here. We don't know, but the fact remains that it WAS an atomic explosion." "Let's go over it once more, Dr. Crane. Are you sure you knew everything with exasperation, "this was our manual therapy room. We gave our patients art work. It was a means of getting out of their systems, through the use of their hands, some of the frustrations and problems that led them to this hospital. They worked with oil and water paints and clay. If you can make an atomic bomb from vermillion pigments, then Madame Curie was a misguided scrubwoman." "All I know is that you say this was a crafts building. O.K. So it was," morning blew it to hell and gone. "And I've got to find out how it happened." Outside the tent, a small army of military men and AEC technicians moved every tiny scrap that might have been a part of the building at one She walked to the edge of the hill and looked down with a stunned forward to catch her as she collapsed in a faint. on the wooden surface, making Miss Abercrombie's chart book bounce with the world if this ever gets out. An atomic bomb made out of clay. You are all nuts. You're in the right place, but count me out." At his left, Miss Abercrombie cringed deeper into her chair at the broadside. Down both sides of the long table, psychiatrists, physicists, strategists and radiologists sat in various stages of nerve-shattered weariness. "Miss Abercrombie," one of the physicists spoke up gently, "you say that "I'm positive that's all there was in it," Miss Abercrombie cried. another chance to repeat his bomb. But this time under our supervision." ever got wind of the fact, that for one, tiny fraction of a second, anyone of us here entertained the notion that a paranoidal idiot with the IQ of an ape could make an atomic bomb out of kid's modeling clay? "They'd crucify us, that's what they'd do!" At 8:30 that night, Thaddeus Funston, swathed in an Army officer's greatcoat that concealed the strait jacket binding him and with an later, the car pulled into the flying field at the nearby community and drove directly to the military transport plane that stood at the end of secrecy under the National Atomic Secrets Act, bundled Thaddeus aboard The plane landed the next morning at the AEC's atomic testing grounds in miles up the barren desert wastelands, a cluster of scientists and military men huddled around a small wooden table. There was nothing on the table but a bowl of water and a great lump of Miss Abercrombie. "Now you're positive this is just about the same amount and the same brought us way out here just to see you make another atom bomb like the clay, making first the hollow, half-round shell while the nation's top atomic scientists watched in fascination. His busy fingers flew through the clay, shaping odd, flat bits and clay parts that were dropped almost aimlessly into the open hemisphere in Miss Abercrombie stood at his shoulder as Thaddeus hunched over the finished shaping the other half hemisphere of clay, she broke the tense from the shack. There was a moment of hushed silence and then pandemonium burst. The Then they left for the concrete observatory bunker, several miles down slammed shut just before the wave of the blast hit the structure. Six hours and a jet plane trip later, Thaddeus, once again in his strait Potomac and beyond, the domed roof of the Capitol. a neatly-tied bundle. asylum inmate in a strait jacket and you have the colossal gall to sit there and tell me that this poor soul has made not one, but two atomic devices out of modeling clay and then has detonated them." of the Washington landscape. He stared hard. In the distance, a white cloud began billowing up from the base of the Washington Monument, and with an ear-shattering, glass-splintering roar, the great shaft rose majestically from its base and vanished into space THE END

<question>:
What is the significance of the lifting-off of the Washington Monument at the story's conclusion?

<options>:
A Mental 'illness' could and should, in many cases, be viewed as an asset, rather than a deficit
B Society is too quick to dismiss the thoughts and behaviors of people living with mental illness as irrational or absurd
C People living with mental illness pose risks and/or threats to society and should be entrusted to government care
D People living with mental illness(es) may possess abilities not understood by humans living without mental illness

<answer>:

B