>> his first sweetheart was ann rutledge. and, you know, i have to say there's a civil war over every point of lincoln biography. [laughter] and ann rutledge is one of the contended, contending subjects. i mean, there are lincoln scholars who said, oh, no, no, no, you know, there was nothing there. i mean, and their evidence is people who knew lincoln then, like half of them say, oh, he was really torn up by this. and then there are half of them who say, ah, you know, he didn't seem to be affected. i didn't see anything. but i think that's a stupid reason. you know? people don't show everyone what they think. do you show everyone you know what you think? you show the people who are closest to you. also some people are just dumb. i mean, they wouldn't know -- [laughter] oh, yeah, i didn't see anything. [laughter] but numbers of people have said, you know, oh, he was, he was distressed, we had to hide the razors, he talked about killing himself. and it seems like the thing -- one thing i learned in writing this book, i mean, i

>> his/her sweetheart was ann rutledge. i have to say, there is a civil war over every point of lincoln biography. and rutledge is one of the contending subjects. there are lincoln scholars who said no, no, there was nothing there. and their evidence is people who knew lincoln then, late half of them say she was really torn up at this. and half of them say you know, he didn't seem to be affected. i didn't see anything. but i think that is a reason. people don't show everyone what they think. do you show everyone you know what you think why ask you show the people closest to you. also some people just would notice. i didn't see anything. but numbers of people said he was distressed. we had to hide the raisers. he talked about killing himself. and it seemed like the thing -- one thing i learned in writing this book. i knew lincoln was melancholy. all you have to do is look at pictures to talk. i was not aware of the deaths of his depression. this is a serious, lifelong curse that he bore. actor and rutledge dies, the thought