the problem with Barka’s category of youngish billionaire was that these people had so many hobbies and side-projects, they were so driven and broad-minded, they were such consummate Renaissance men, that as with some spoiled, precocious nephew who wouldn’t shut up about his go-karting and his cartooning and his fucking robotics, it was impossible to greet the announcement of any new adventure with anything other than reflexive boredom and distaste.
