"so there's more than just playing," he said. "i wish it meant only hits, runs, and errors – only the things they put in the box score. because you know – yes, you would know, robinson, that a baseball box score is a democratic thing. it doesn't tell how big you are, what church you attend, what color you are, or how your father voted in the last election. it just tells what kind of baseball player you were on that particular day."
i interrupted. "but it's the box score that really counts – that and that alone, isn't it? "
"it's all that ought to count," he replied. "but it isn't. maybe one of these days it will be all that counts. that is one of the reasons i've got you here, robinson. if you're a good enough man, we can make this a start in the right direction. but let me tell you, it's going to take an awful lot of courage."
based on the passage, write one or two sentences explaining jackie robinson’s main purpose for writing i never had it made.

Which two parts of this excerpt from mary shelley’s frankenstein reveals information about the setting? (it was on a dreary night of november that i beheld the accomplishment of my toils.) with an anxiety that almost amounted to agony, (i collected the instruments of life around me, that i might infuse a spark of being into the lifeless thing that lay at my feet. it was already one in the morning; the rain pattered dismally against the panes, and my candle was nearly burnt out) when, by the glimmer of the half-extinguished light, i saw the dull yellow eye of the creature open; it breathed hard, and a convulsive motion agitated its limbs. (how can i describe my emotions at this catastrophe), or how delineate the wretch whom with such infinite pains and care i had endeavored to form? his limbs were in proportion, and i had selected his features as beautiful. beautiful! great god! (his yellow skin scarcely covered the work of muscles and arteries beneath; his hair was of a lustrous black, and flowing; his teeth of a pearly whiteness; ) but these luxuriances only formed a more horrid contrast with his watery eyes, that seemed almost of the same color as the dun-white sockets in which they were set, his shriveled complexion and straight black lips.

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What happens to lovers when there are decreased levels of serotonin in the brain?