But only a little bit. There's no getting around the uncomfortable fact that those factories, those suicides, don't quite fit into Jobs' unassailably brilliant vision—and yet, those iPhones and iPods and Macs wouldn't exist without them. (Or at least, they wouldn't be affordable and they wouldn't be mass.) And I feel a little uncomfortable at all the hosannas over Jobs the genius, as if he simply imagined the iPhone from a room in Cupertino and so it was. To support one man's ability to live a truly amazing life—to fulfill his dreams and fire our own—required the hard and mechanical labor of so many anonymous souls whom no one will commemorate when they pass.
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