Read the excerpt from the General Prolgue to The Canterbury Tales . The pardon-seller’s hair was yellow as wax, And sleekly hanging, like a hank of flax. In meagre clusters hung what hair he had; Over his shoulders a few strands were spread, But they lay thin, in rat’s tails, one by one. As for a hood, for comfort he wore none, For it was stowed away in his knapsack. Save for a cap, he rode with head all bare, Hair loose; he thought it was the dernier cri. He had big bulging eyes, just like a hare. He’d sewn a veronica on his cap. His knapsack lay before him, on his lap, Chockful of pardons, all come hot from Rome. His voice was like a goat’s, plaintive and thin. Which statement best describes the narrator’s perception of the pardon-seller in this excerpt?