 Which is the best description of Linton?
FEBRUARY STRAWBERRIES By JIM HARMON How much is the impossible worth? [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from Worlds of If Science Fiction, March 1961. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.] Linton lay down his steel fork beside the massively solid transparency of the restaurant water glass. Somebody who looks like him. "The man who isn't Snead is leaving," Linton said, describing the scene over Howell's shoulder. "Snead came to Greta's funeral. Probably no relation to Snead at all. Oh, the man who looked like Snead, you mean." A thick-bodied man at the next table leaned his groaning chair back intimately against Linton's own chair. "Couldn't have been him, though," Linton answered automatically. Howell breathed in deeply and sucked back Linton's attention. "Oh, well, 'dead,'" Howell replied. He's not Sherlock Holmes or the Frankenstein Monster—there's no doubt or semantic leeway to the thing." "You know how it is," Howell said. Linton had thought he had known how death was. He had buried his wife, or rather he had watched the two workmen scoop and shove dirt in on the sawdust-fresh pine box that held the coffin. He had known what he sincerely felt to be a genuine affection for Greta. Even after they had let him out of the asylum as cured, he still secretly believed he had known a genuine affection for her. Linton felt that his silence was asking Howell by this time. "I don't know, mind you," Howell said, puffing out tobacco smoke, "but I suppose he might have been resurrected." Linton asked, thinking: God? "The Mafia, I guess. Howell meant that some people had a system of making it appear that a person had died in order to gain some illegal advantage. But by saying something so patently ridiculous, Linton hoped to bring the contradicting truth to the surface immediately. I guess that's how it is," Howell agreed. "But it's wonderful," Linton said, thinking his immediate thoughts. "I don't understand," Linton said helplessly. "Look, Frank, you can't legalize a thing like resurrection," Howell said with feigned patience. "There are strong religious convictions to consider. I've heard they got spies right in the White House, ready to assassinate if they have to. Death is their whole life. Not nearly enough." Overpopulation.
 He is a gullible person determined to follow his instinct
 He is a heartbroken man wanting to find new goals for his life  He is trying to recover from his past in the Mafia and wants to find legal ways to accomplish his goals  He is a gullible person determined to follow his instinct  He is a risk-taker who prefers to experience the more illegal things society has to offer