Listening to the Steve Jobs biography, reading his sister Mona Simpson’s very affecting eulogy, I keep hearing that Jobs loved beauty above all else. But it seems to me that his idea of beauty was, in the end, tragically limited. He could make beautiful objects, spaces, technology. But he seemed not to care that the workers of Foxconn were being literally deformed–made ugly–by the repetitive work and the brutal hours imposed by the company that manufactured his beautiful things.
Would he, had he had more time, have worked to make that part of his life beautiful?