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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A sound foreign policy ," they all said, it being almost too obvious for words. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that It was disconcerting, and at the same time enchanting, to watch one's that for the moment he didn't give a thought to what might be causing It should have been difficult. Under the circumstances it was a masterpiece of pocket picking. What made it possible was Humphrey Fownes' abstraction curiosity. deeply about it that it never occurred to him that entirely too many old, spoiled meal. From deep inside he could hear the rumble of his " " "What?!" rather than skill that enabled the police to maintain such a tight shouted. "Roses! My soul for a cocktail for two!" He grasped the approach with a distinct feeling of admiration, although it was an "You'll have to tell me what you did first!" odd, objective kind of admiration, clinical in nature. It was similar to that of a pathologist observing for the first time a new and told force it was a physical necessity. And, after years of working at it, "What have I done?" Lanfierre asked in the monotone of shock. genuine quirks were rare and, as time went on, due partly to his own "I'm not sure what's going to come of this," he said to Lanfierre with "Not any more there isn't." "I never figured on this to return. He took out his notebook but it was a soggy mess. He tossed absurd, irrational little chat that titillated him for weeks. It was ," Lanfierre murmured. "I knew that much." When the roof blew off they weren't really surprised. With a certain amount of equanimity they watched it lift off almost gracefully, standing on end for a moment before toppling to the ground. It was in an incessant chatter of cliches, and their actions were unbelievably " zephyr?" "I've heard some." "They say there are mountain-tops where winds blow all the time. Strong with the illustration. The cloud rose and spun, assuming the identical twister?" over the roaring, "that Dorothy traveled from Kansas to Oz in a twister and that ... and that Oz is a wonderful and mysterious land beyond the confines of everyday living all "No, I don't need a vacation." A falling piece of glass dissolved into a puff of gossamer against the Optimum temperature collapsed. "Mrs. Deshazaway! dipped and twisted, straining at the mooring of its foundation. The family of thirsty and clean kids, and he "And compasses won't work on this street." he'd never thought to watch Every window slammed shut. right? No, . He went on, thinking: The old curious stateliness about them. They were all quite old, salvaged from watched as they spun and flashed in the darkness, and then set them for It was replaced by an illusion. Or, as Fownes hoped it might appear, the illusion of the domed city vanished and was replaced by a more satisfactory, and, for his specific purpose, more functional, illusion. Looking through the window he saw only a garden. setting brilliantly, marred only by an occasional arcover which left the smell of ozone in the air. There was also a gigantic moon. It hid a huge area of sky, and it sang. The sun and moon both looked down upon a garden that was itself scintillant, composed largely of neon roses. Moonlight, he thought, and roses. Satisfactory. And cocktails for two. Blast, he'd never be able to figure that one out! He watched as the scent. The house began to smell like an immensely concentrated rose as the moon shifted to People Will Say We're In Love . He rubbed his chin critically. It seemed all right. A dreamy sunset, an enchanted moon, flowers, scent. They were all purely speculative of course. He had no idea how a rose really smelled—or looked for that matter. Not to mention a moon. But then, neither did the widow. He'd have to be confident, assertive. His own spine didn't seem to be affected. But then he hadn't read that 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" circumstances. It could mean yes, it could mean ask me again later on The risks he was taking! Singing in the Rain . Undiminished, the yellow moon and the red sun continued to be brilliant, although the sun occasionally arced over and important No. Contrived. How about a simple, fell on the garden and rolled ponderously along, crooning When the Blue of the Night Meets the Gold of the Day Why didn't she marry him and save all this bother? He shut it all down And all the rest have "Men are too perishable," Mrs. Deshazaway said over dinner. "For all practical purposes I'm never going to marry again. All my husbands die." that way," she said. "I'm not going to marry you and if you want reasons I'll give you four of them. Andrew. Curt. Norman. And Alphonse." The widow was a passionate woman. She did everything passionately—talking, cooking, dressing. Her beets were passionately red. Her clothes rustled and her high heels clicked and her jewelry tinkled. She was possessed by an uncontrollable dynamism. Fownes had never known anyone like her. "You forgot to put salt on the potatoes," she said passionately, then went on as calmly as it was possible for her to be, to explain why she couldn't marry him. "Do you have any worse for him." She threw up her hands. "You'd be the worst of the lot!" She left the elaborate plans you've been find out? "That's impossible! How?" no control whatever? Where the it the other way around? No matter. How would you like that two hands. "Pray continue," she said. "Endless vistas of moonlight and roses? April showers, Mrs. Deshazaway. And June, which as you may know follows directly upon April and is " " would be such a deliciously insane experience. ("April has thirty number such that all smaller numbers not having a common divisor with it are primes library several blocks away, a shattered depressing place given over to government publications and censored old books with holes in eighty. She spent her days reading ancient library cards and, like the books around her, had been rendered by time's own censor into near unintelligibility. days. What do you make of it?" In the litter of books and cards and dried out ink pads that surrounded illustration. "What's that?" he said. this later on March 21, 1986, Ella Marshall Davidson took out the same book. that ?" to her, that one day they met in the street and he told her about a Dorothy to an Oz. He couldn't help wondering if twisters did anything "Where did the old society fail?" the leader was demanding of them. He 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?" " A sound foreign policy 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 by common consent of the governments . This is known as self-containment." in the ensuing discussion and then politely inquired how it might be "Oh. All in good time, my friend. One day we shall all pick up and "And that day I'll await impatiently," Fownes replied with marvelous tact, "because it will be lonely out there for the two of us. My future life in the Open Country. Food, clothing, a weapon perhaps? What else? Have I left anything out?" Everyone spoke at the same moment. "

<question>:
What lesson couldn't be gleaned from this story?

<options>:
A no matter how much you strive for perfection, there will always be something preventing it
B work on your dreams until they become a reality
C history tends to repeat itself
D love can accomplish many things

<answer>:

C