THAT is no country for old men. The young In one another’s arms, birds in the trees – Those dying generations – at their song, The salmon-falls, the mackerel-crowded seas, Fish, flesh, or fowl, commend all summer long Whatever is begotten, born, and dies. Caught in that sensual music all neglect Monuments of unageing intellect. [...]

Obama had it beautifully right: much of the world learned about Jobs’ passing in a way that Jobs invented. As I sat in a meeting yesterday, iPhones and iPads and MacBooks began pinging with the news. We began clicking and connecting, Googling and tweeting. So we learned about Jobs’ death not just …