The Mystery of What Drives Bob Iger

Before this week, he had seemed congenitally unable to quit. Was it the neurochemical pleasure of the pursuit?

A few years ago, Bob Iger’s friends wanted to poke a little fun at him. So, they gave him a personalized license-plate holder for his car.

There were five words printed on the frame, which formed a simple question. It was the only question on Earth that seemed to tie Mr. Iger in knots.

“Is there life after Disney?”