In praise of megarich adventurers
There's rich and there's rich. There's a number beyond which stuff starts to get boring. I'm not sure what it is, but it's the point at which you run out of restaurants to frequent and clubs to join and clothes to buy and you start thinking bigger. You start thinking about going to space and colonizing Mars — and exploring the dark depths of the deep blue sea. It is the reason that Elon Musk sold his seven homes and chucked out most of his possessions and torments his staff by sleeping at work. It is also part of the reason that five men are now sadly believed to have died while aboard a missing submarine after a "catastrophic implosion." If we didn’t love to hate the rich, this would have been seen for what it is: a tragedy.