Imet a traveller from an antique land who said: two vast and trunkless legs of stone stand in the desert near them, on the sand, half sunk, a shattered visage [face] lies, whose frown, and wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, tell that its sculptor well those passions read which still survive, stamped on these lifeless things, the hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed; and on the pedestal these words appear: "my name is ozymandias, king of kings: look on my works, ye mighty, and despair! " nothing beside remains. round the decay of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare the lone and level sands stretch far away.

select one piece of evidence that supports the situational irony of the poem.

a from an antique land

b cold command

c boundless and bare

d those passions read

Read this excerpt from i never had it made. "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." he was back to the crossroads question that made me start to get angry minutes earlier. he asked it slowly and with great care. "have you got the guts to play the game no matter what happens? " "i think i can play the game, mr. rickey," i said. the next few minutes were tough. branch rickey had to make absolutely sure that i knew what i would face. beanballs would be thrown at me. i would be called the kind of names which would hurt and infuriate any man. i would be physically attacked. could i take all of this and control my temper, remain steadfastly loyal to our ultimate aim? which is the central idea of this excerpt?