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Down from the Mountain
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The thing about the annual meeting of the World Economic Forum in Davos is this: you never get time to think. The crush of business leaders, politicians, scientists, thinkers and celebrity do-gooders is so great, the cornucopia of temptations on display so salivating, that you can't quite get your head which is, in any event, likely to be fogged from the night before around what you've heard or seen. (Did Brad Pitt really have jet-black hair and sideburns?) So on the last day of Davos I enjoy a little ritual. After lunch, I take myself to the very top...