—brings a focus to it, too, it's very fascinating.
OK, let's hear about the dinner table.
My father came home, one night, and he was very depressed. It's a moment that I'll never forget, because usually he was a very outgoing and jovial man. He sat down, and he didn't talk to me, or Bill, or my, my brother Bill, or my sister, who was very tiny in a, in a, high chair. He talked to my mother. Let me start over. My dad came home—
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My father came home one night, very depressed, and he started talking to my mother. He told her that Sinclair was not going to withdraw, that Dad was not going to win, and that there wasn't any hope. I've never seen Dad, except for one other time, when he was so shattered. He was a man who tried, when he had an idea, when he tried to do something, he just had to win. The defeat was devastating to my dad.