Time, it's said, passes very quickly for those who wait. Not so for those waiting to secure an interview slot with either of Ferrari's world champion drivers, since those opportunities present themselves only rarely - and when they do, the window creaks open but fleetingly. Thus F1 Racing arrives for our brief encounter with Kimi Raikkonen armed with a wad of question cards, but mindful of Shakespeare's rumination on time's fickleness:
Time is like a fashionable host/That slightly shakes his parting guest by the hand/And with his arm outstretch'd, as he would fly/Grasps in the comer.
With lunch beckoning, a deadline that is inviolate in Ferrari's unreconstructedly Italian world, will we be able to ask all our questions? Or will our legendarily reticent interviewee motor his way flat-out through the whole stack in a torrent of monosyllables?