EXCUSE ME, SIR. CAN WE DO THAT AGAIN? TOO MUCH NOISE.
All right. I'll go back to where he took out–I hit the microphone, didn't I? He took out a piece of paper, and would make notes, entirely his own thoughts, while we were trying to converse with him. And–but he was not communicating. And then he excused himself and went outside. And I always felt like he was ill. He was really almost sick. And then he came back, and made a very short, brief sort of semi-negative response to our appeal, but we did not really gain a thing that day, and we were always disappointed. But the reason the image and the memory is so clear, is you could tell what a tense situation he was in, and what a turmoil he was personally involved in, at this – these late moments before the integration started.