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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in the artificially warmed city. They entered an elevator There they entered a cylindrical car, with rows of seats down the sides. Not greatly different hundred and fifty stories. Eric led Nada down a long, carpeted corridor to a wide glass door, which bore the words: COSMIC EXPRESS Eric now recognized as a prominent from Moscow to Rio de Janeiro.... Two hundred seventy dollars and eighty cents, Folded Hands ..." "... And Searching Mind." The Cosmic Express is of special earliest indication of a more general floated back: "I'm going to see my lawyer! My precious Violet—" "And now what can I do for you, Eric?" "We want to go to Venus, if that ray of yours can put us there." "To Venus? Impossible. My orders are to use the Express merely between the sixteen designated heart-breaking war with he sought and his goal was he knew that a story of his had the new world of science, and the expression of man's reaction By which I mean that it is the most interesting and stimulating Venus—I've been amusing myself, watching the life there, already. Terrible place. Savage. I "This will keep out the rain—maybe—" pajamas. He smiled fondly across to the other of the twin beds, where Nada, his pretty bride, lay quiet beneath light silk covers. With a groan, he stood up sides. Don't move." The little door had swung open again, and Eric led Nada through. They stepped into a little cell, completely surrounded with mirrors and vast prisms it. Eric helped Nada to a place on the crystal, lay down at her side. him was a wide, park-like space, green with emerald lawns, and bright with flowering plants. open window, staring out. Below stood before the great fell without. They lay in each other's arms, the body warmth With another yawn, Mr. Eric Nada and Eric felt themselves enveloped in fire. Sheets of white flame seemed to lap up about youth called. there was a sharp tingling sensation where they touched their faces. Eric sat up, found himself in a mud-puddle. Beside him was Nada, opening her eyes pleasure to the young novelist's All about rose a thick jungle, Palm-like, the gigantic trees were, or fern-like, flinging clouds of feathery green foliage high dark and gloomy—and very wet. against a somber sky of unbroken They stood up, triumphant. "At last!" Nada cried. "We're free! Free of that hateful old civilization! We're back to Nature!" "Yes, we're on our feet now, Eric. You're just like one of the heroes in your books!" "You're the perfect companion, the vanishing hero of the ancient ranches. Or a man marooned with a lovely woman on a desert South Sea island. His heroes were invariably strong, fearless, resourceful fellows, seemingly not inconvenienced in the least by the inclement elements, a beautiful mate from the terrors of a desolate wilderness. Eric's novels, and watched the dramatization of them on the television screens. They thrilled at the simple, romantic lives his too—it's found native." Presently they set off through had taken all the best from the life of man. Eric had settled down to the artistic satisfaction of describing the sensuous delight of his young author's eyes were miles, and meet such a reception as this!" Nada stopped. "Eric," she resolved to forget that his next said, "I'm tired. And I don't believe "Probably you're right. This to kiss his wife, held her embraced for a long happy moment. an author. She wrote poems—"back to nature stuff"—simple lyrics of the sea, of sunsets, of bird songs, of bright flowers and the new planet adhering to their with Nature, and growing things. Men read her poems or something of the sort. This warm winds, of thrilling communion and called her a genius. Even flowers, and no one had time to bother about sunsets. "Eric, darling," she said, "isn't it terrible to be cooped up here "Matches! Of course not! We're going back to Nature." in this little flat, away from the "Eric, that reminds me that things we both love?" "I hope we get a fire pretty soon." the joys of conflict, instead of living under glass, like hot-house flowers." "If we could only go somewhere—" years ago. Pleasure resorts, sanatoriums, cities, factories." "If only we lived on Venus! I was listening to a lecture on the television, last night. The Eric said hopefully. Venus is younger than the Earth, that it has not cooled so much. It has a thick, cloudy atmosphere, little. "Buck up," Eric advised her. "We're back to nature—where we've always wanted to be." With oddly comforting. Nada cried a the cloud layers of the planet, proved that Venus rotates in about the same period as Earth and it must be much like Earth was a million years ago." "Eric, I wonder if we could go there! It would be so thrilling to begin life like the characters in Swarms of mosquito-like insects, dismal stormy night, a hoarse, bellowing roar, raucous, terrifying. Nada clung against Eric. "What is it, dear?" she chattered. glowing. He skipped across the floor, seized Nada, kissed her ecstatically. "Splendid! Think of hunting in the virgin forest, and bringing the game home to you! "Must be a reptile. Dinosaur, world seems to be in about the "The Cosmic Express?" "A new invention. Just perfected The Cosmic Express." a few weeks ago, I understand. But I'm afraid there is no way.—Wait! life was not so bad, after all." "I was just thinking of our rooms, nice and warm and bright, with hot foods coming up "Eric?" she called softly. "Yes, dear." "Don't you wish—we had change. The disintegration of the oceans. Thunderous crashes, as if they were demolishing forests. Eric and Nada clung to each other, in doubt whether to stay the new Cosmic Express, is simply or to fly through the storm. to convert the matter to be with pride. "But the method, in atoms at the destination." "But the amount of energy must be terrific—" humans. Nada burst into tears. "Oh, if only—if only—" the Express Ray picks up an object and sets it down on the other side of the world. "An analogy from television our operator drunk. I've no idea where he got the stuff. He muttered something about Venus. I consulted the auto-register, and found two more passengers registered are accurately reproduced at the other focus of the instrument—which might be in Venus! been set on Venus. I got men on the television at once, and we happened to find you. "But the analogy of the lens is the better of the two. For no and found that it had looked up the duplicate beam coordinates, for it in any way. My wife and I will be perfectly satisfied to get back to our apartment." "I don't wonder. You look like you've been through—I don't spouse, after they had washed off the grime of another planet. He spent the next twelve hours delivered his promised story to his publishers, a thrilling tale of a man marooned on Venus, with a beautiful girl. The hero made stone tools, erected a dwelling cares of the morning. She ran back to Eric, who was once more staring distastefully at his typewriter. "Oh, darling! I'm thrilled to death about the Cosmic Express! If we could go to Venus, to a new life on a new world, and get away from all this hateful conventional The book was a huge success. society—" Eric laughed, fumbled with a

<question>:
The plot of Eric's newest book most likely reflects:

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A How Eric wishes he could have provided for Nada on their visit to Venus
B How Nada resents Eric for not providing for her on their visit to Venus
C How Eric has contorted his experience on Venus to seem more like his protagonist
D How Nada would have envisioned her and Eric's visit to Venus

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A