Lizard King? Philanthropath? Genocidal Maniac?
Lizard King? Philanthropath? Genocidal Maniac? Follow him into the Gates of Hell ELIZABETH NICKSON The month before 9/11, I was in Seattle interviewing the new digital titans for the Sunday Telegraph . My editor, to namedrop, was Emma Soames, Churchill’s granddaughter, who was curious about those unwashed, youthful colonials with “all that lovely money”. Question: once the flash but cool house and flash but arty dames were enjoyed, what were they going to do? Answer: good of course, lots and lots of it. Every one of them had a passion, whether art, fair trade coffee companies or the environment – all of which would be on the grand scale. And then of course, I’d ended up at the Gates Foundation, and met their new gal, an achingly polite, somewhat scared but also beautiful brainiac who had been with the Clinton administration. I shook hands with Gates Sr., who seemed a benign older gentleman looking for something worthy to do in retirement, much like my great uncles. The place was