Elon Musk and the confessions of a reader of Ayn Rand novels

"For the sake of nostalgia, I'll keep Rand in my bookshelf and Musk in my peripheral vision," writes Andreas Kluth

I’m fed up reading about Elon Musk and Twitter. If you think about it, neither the spoiled-brat serial entrepreneur nor the spoiled-brat social network he bought matters a whit in a world where millions are fighting for sheer survival against evil imperialists, famine or other disasters. 

And yet I also confess to a voyeuristic reflex that does make me glance at headlines about Musk and Twitter, as I might rubberneck when passing a car wreck. Will they self-destruct in a meteoric flameout? Will they turn things around against all odds like action heroes staring down the apocalypse? 

Upon reflection, I recognize