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

<passage>:
Humphrey Fownes' preoccupation finally came to an end when he was one The pockets of Mr. Humphrey Fownes were being picked outrageously. residence frisking about on its foundation. It was such a strange sight own independent gavotte, he reached for the doorknob with an immense Fownes' abstraction curiosity. From a prone position on his miniscule front lawn, Fownes watched as The door flung itself open and knocked him back off the porch. cushions. The house was emptying itself fiercely, as if disgorging an old, spoiled meal. From deep inside he could hear the rumble of his ancient upright piano as it rolled ponderously from room to room. He stood up rifled Fownes's handkerchief and inside jacket pockets. postman, who pretended to be reading a postal card, jostled him. In the confusion of spilled letters and apologies from both sides, the postman Standing in the doorway with his wet hair plastered down on his dripping scalp, the wind roaring about him, the piano rumbling in the distance like thunder, Humphrey Fownes suddenly saw it all very clearly. and take—the sole difference being that Humphrey Fownes had no idea he was playing. There was an occasional tinkle of falling glass. " huge casserole, ceaselessly patching and repairing. Humphrey Fownes strode through the puffs of falling glass still intrigued by a temperature that was always 59 degrees, by a humidity rather than skill that enabled the police to maintain such a tight surveillance on him, a surveillance that went to the extent of getting his fingerprints off the postman's bag, and which photographed, X-rayed five-pound bag of flour as he was passing. It was really plaster of Paris. He left his shoe prints, stride measurement, height, weight and handedness behind. By the time Fownes reached his front door an entire dossier complete Sitting behind the wheel of the orange car, he watched Humphrey Fownes "You'll have to tell me what you did first!" particularly virulent strain of pneumococcus under his microscope. When he heard this Fownes plunged into the house and fought his way Fownes took the wheel. It was off a 1995 Studebaker. genuine quirks were rare and, as time went on, due partly to his own Fownes was a masterpiece of queerness. He was utterly inexplicable. small efforts, rarer. "Sometimes his house patronizing tone of voice. "And up and down." With the front door closed the wind quickly built up inside the house. was a barbarian. Lanfierre had held out on Fownes for months. He it away. different "Sure, he was only with the greatest reluctance that he finally mentioned Fownes amount of equanimity they watched it lift off almost gracefully, standing on end for a moment before toppling to the ground. It was When the roof blew off they weren't really surprised. With a certain trite. Then a fine robust freak came along and the others—the echoes—refused out of the master bedroom, spewing shorts and socks and cases every in an incessant chatter of cliches, and their actions were unbelievably to believe it. The lieutenant was probably on the point of suggesting a Humphrey Fownes took out the dust jacket he'd found in the library. He the house toward the side of the dome. "It says here," Fownes shouted "Fownes!" MacBride shouted. "This is a direct order! Make it go back!" But Fownes had already begun to run on toward the next house, dodging "No, I don't need a vacation." dazed. There was quite a large fall of glass. "And compasses won't work on this street." expressed his weariness and distaste for people who went off and got neurotic when they could be enjoying a happy, normal existence. There was something implacable about his sighs. Fownes stopped on the porch to brush the plaster of paris off his Every window slammed shut. then, neither did the widow. He'd have to be confident, assertive. Insist on it. I tell you, my dear, this is a genuine realistic 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 rather stay over instead of going home.... the first time the winds got out of line. What a strange people, the ancients! He still didn't see the orange car parked down the street. "Men are too perishable," Mrs. Deshazaway said over dinner. "For all tinkled. She was possessed by an uncontrollable dynamism. Fownes had 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 idea what people are saying? They're all saying I'm a cannibal! I rob "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 healthy as on the day he was born. From then on things got steadily worse for him." "I don't seem to mind the air." Fownes froze with three asparagus hanging from his fork. they will. It's my fault, I guess. I talk too much. And I don't always tell the truth. To be completely honest with you, Mr. Fownes, it "And of course when they do find out and they ask you why, Mr. Fownes, "That won't be necessary," Fownes said with unusual force. "With all "But my dear Mr. Fownes," she said, leaning across the table. "We're "That's impossible! How?" In no hurry, now that he had the widow's complete attention, Fownes ," Mr. Fownes added, his voice a honeyed whisper, "they say for his wife to get to know him ... if you can do that, Mr. Fownes ... When Humphrey Fownes stepped out of the widow's house, there was a would be such a deliciously Pinning his hopes on the Movement, Fownes went straight to the to government publications and censored old books with holes in unintelligibility. "Here's one," she said to him as he entered. " the librarian, Fownes noticed a torn dust jacket with a curious borrowed it and eventually, why eventually they got married." 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?" Fownes was the kind of man who never answered a rhetorical question. He waited, uncomfortable in the tight chair, while the others struggled only alternative is not to have any foreign policy at all. Thus the "And that day I'll await impatiently," Fownes replied with marvelous "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 have Fownes looked around at them, at some dozen pained expressions.

<question>:
Why is it so easy to steal from Fownes?

<options>:
A He is distracted by his thoughts
B He is unable to defend himself
C He is unaware of his possessions' value
D He is physically feeble

<answer>:

A