i am in some kind of vessel, in the dream. and always moving with rapidity toward an indefinite shore. tom hanks: in an aside, general grant informs the president that his wife insists upon them leaving on the afternoon train. they will not be attending the theater. shortly before noon, john wilkes booth stops at ford's theater, as is his daily custom, to pick up his mail. harry ford: well, here's the man who don't like general lee. here for his mail. john wilkes booth: i told you, harry, i don't like the way he surrendered. given his sword by the senate in richmond and swearing an oath never to give it up, he should have died on the battlefield before rendering his southern manhood to the butcher, grant. [chuckles]. that's what i said, harry and it's what i meant. now let's just hope he's not paraded through the streets as the romans did their captives, huh? thank you, raybold.