It was a town of machinery and tall chimneys, out of which interminable serpents of smoke trailed themselves for ever and ever, and never got uncoiled. It
had a black canal in it, and a river that ran purple with ill-smelling dye, and vast
piles of building full of windows where there was a rattling and a trembling all day
long, and where the piston of the steam-engine worked monotonously up and
down, like the head of an elephant in a state of melancholy madness. It contained
several large streets all very like one another, and many small streets still more
like one another, inhabited by people equally like one another, who all went in
and out at the same hours, with the same sound upon the same pavements, to
do the same work, and to whom every day was the same as yesterday and to-
morrow, and every year the counterpart of the last and the next.

What image does interminable serpents of smoke
trailed themselves for ever and ever, and never got
uncoiled evoke?

A) The smoke is oily, swirling up in tendrils, and
dangerous.

B) The smoke is consistently changing shape and
creating elaborate designs. they

C) The smoke constantly flows from the
chimneys and stays in the air above the
factories.