That like one of those champagne towers, Jeff’s demands fall onto the Mitchs and Iras of Amazon, and from them onto the Calistas and Rons, and from them onto the Joshes and Sallys, and then onto me, and from me onto Coco and Vance and George, and then onto their people, and so on all the way to the very bottom of the pyramid, all because nobody is willing to say when enough is enough. That this entire company is built on the fear of being exposed as merely human.
