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

<passage>:
A sound foreign policy His house was dancing. It was disconcerting, and at the same time enchanting, to watch one's residence frisking about on its foundation. It was such a strange sight that for the moment he didn't give a thought to what might be causing curiosity. he was an uncommonly preoccupied individual. He was strolling along a quiet residential avenue: small private houses, one after another, a place of little traffic and minimum distractions. But he was thinking about weather, which was an unusual subject to He should surely have become suspicious when two men engaged in a hitting with a gentle musical sound, like the ephemeral droppings of "What?!" handedness behind. approach with a distinct feeling of admiration, although it was an odd, objective kind of admiration, clinical in nature. It was similar to that of a pathologist observing for the first time a new and within the confines of a dome. Conformity had become more than a social force it was a physical necessity. And, after years of working at it, genuine quirks were rare and, as time went on, due partly to his own ?" he asked in a somewhat patronizing tone of voice. "And up and down." wild, elated jig. uniform. "Go on," he said, amused. "It sounds interesting." He tossed They could see the furnishing whirl past the windows. The house did a absurd, irrational little chat that titillated him for weeks. It was seen how extraordinarily repetitious people were, echoes really, dimly standing on end for a moment before toppling to the ground. It was in an incessant chatter of cliches, and their actions were unbelievably trite. resounding echoes, each believing itself whole and separate. They spoke strangely slow motion, as was the black twirling cloud that now rose amount of equanimity they watched it lift off almost gracefully, which way. with the illustration. The cloud rose and spun, assuming the identical shape of the illustration. shake exactly the way that one does. Sometimes I get the feeling the the avenue." beyond the all confines of everyday living close at the same time. You'll be watching and all of a sudden every ." there's a whole crowd of people in there waiting for a signal—as if they all had something important to say but had to close the windows conversation—and that's why the house shakes." "No, I don't need a vacation." A falling piece of glass dissolved into a puff of gossamer against the "No, you don't need a rest," MacBride said. "You're starting to see shut. The street was deserted and quiet, not a movement, not a sound. ghostly babble of voices to commence. dipped and twisted, straining at the mooring of its foundation. The "And the neurotic when they could be enjoying a happy, normal existence. There was something implacable about his sighs. said. "Is he in with that bunch?" watching the house with a consuming interest. widened as the house danced a new step. noticed. There was a certain amount of vibration, of course. He . He went on, thinking: that went back and forth 365-1/4 times an hour. The wheels had a circles at the rate of 30 and 31 times an hour ... although there watched as they spun and flashed in the darkness, and then set them for satisfactory, and, for his specific purpose, more functional, illusion. as the moon shifted to seemed fingers marching up and down your spine? book on ancient mores and courtship customs. How really odd the ancients were. Seduction seemed to be an incredibly long and drawn-out process, accompanied by a considerable amount of falsification. Communication seemed virtually impossible. "No" meant any number of things, depending on the tone of voice and the A shower fell gently on the garden and a male chorus began to chant important the moon shook a trifle as it whispered He watched with folded arms, considering how he would start. Too formal. They'd be looking out at the romantic garden time to be a bit forward. No. Contrived. How about a simple, one gigantic skeleton that began to rattle its bones and dance as fell on the garden and rolled ponderously along, crooning When the and went out the front door, wondering about the rhyme of the months, that way," she said. "I'm "As long as there are people," he said philosophically, "there'll be talk." "But it's the air! Why don't they talk about that? The air is stale, I'm positive. It's not nourishing. The air is stale and Andrew, Curt, Norman and Alphonse couldn't stand it. Poor Alphonse. He was never so She threw up her hands. "You'd be the worst of the lot!" She left the table, rustling and tinkling about the room. "I can just hear them. Try "Don't you think found out and you can bet they will. It's my fault, I guess. I talk too much. And I don't to be courted and when they hear that they'll be around to ask "That's impossible! How?" or is the sleeping equinox yawns and rises because on a certain day it's outside the dome," she said, "out where a man stays wistful desire to get out of the car and walk along with the man. It number such that all smaller numbers not having a common divisor with it are library several blocks away, a shattered depressing place given over to government publications and censored old books with holes in them. It was used so infrequently that the Movement was able to meet unintelligibility. illustration. "What's that?" he said. What do you make of ?" to her, that one day they met in the street and he told her about was unquestionably a meteorological phenomenon. It spun ominously, like to feminine pulses, if they could possibly be a part of a moonlit The Movement met in what had been the children's room, where unpaid ladies of the afternoon had once upon a time read stories to other people's offspring. The members sat around at the miniature tables looking oddly like giants fled from their fairy tales, protesting. "Where did the old society fail?" the leader was demanding of them. He stood in the center of the room, leaning on a heavy knobbed cane. He glanced around at the group almost complacently, and waited as Humphrey Fownes squeezed into an empty chair. "We live in a dome," the leader said, "for lack of something. An invention! What is the one thing that the great technological societies before ours could not invent, notwithstanding their various giant brains, electronic and otherwise?" waited, uncomfortable in the tight chair, while the others struggled with this problem in revolutionary dialectics. " A sound foreign policy ," the leader said, aware that no one else had obtained the insight. "If a sound foreign policy can't be created the only alternative is not to have any foreign policy at all. Thus the movement into domes began— by common consent of the governments . This is known as self-containment." Dialectically out in left field, Humphrey Fownes waited for a lull in the ensuing discussion and then politely inquired how it might be "Out?" the leader said, frowning. "Out? Out where?" "Oh. All in good time, my friend. One day we shall all pick up and ." "Nonsense. Ridiculous! You have to be prepared for the Open Country. You can't just up and leave, it would be suicide, Fownes. And dialectically very poor." "Then you discussed preparations, the practical necessities of life in the Open Country. Food, clothing, a weapon perhaps? What else? The leader sighed. "The gentleman wants to know if he's left anything "Tell the man what he's forgotten," the leader said, walking to the far Everyone spoke at the same moment. "

<question>:
What theme can be understood from the behaviors of members of the Movement?

<options>:
A Too many group members vying for power often sabotages the group's progress
B People who say they want progress are mostly virtue signaling, and their actual behaviors contradict their stated beliefs
C People are too easily convinced by media propaganda
D Social activism generally fails because it is all talk and no action

<answer>:

D