Fry is a second rate Oscar Wilde wannabe, with neither Wilde's rapacious wit nor his breath of creativity. The painting by the BBC of Fry and Laurie's more parochial half as the foremost thinking man's entertainer reflects the paucity of talent on the once public service channel. At least Jobs displays no false modesty, but the two figures share the ability to blow their own images out of all proportion matched only by their own inflated senses of self-worth.
It is no coincidence that two bright, Ozymandian figures should complement each other, though I preferred the Fry who spoke for the FSF - even if it was with only passing sincerity.
Pseuds corner comes to Macrumors.