On one level, Michael Schumacher is probably dreading the British Grand Prix. He's less vocal on the subject than is his younger brother - who makes no secret of his dislike for all things British - but Michael can be pretty perfidious about Albion himself, and, after what he did at Monaco on Saturday, he's surely anticipating a pretty rowdy reception from the Silverstone crowd.
On the other hand, what Michael did at Monaco on Sunday - namely, drive as hard and as well as ever he has any time, any place, anywhere - would seem to indicate that he has decided to obliterate his disgrace in the only way he knows how: by burying it under monumental further achievement.
And what he did at Barcelona last week - namely, establish a new unofficial lap record in testing, notwithstanding having seen his teammate Luca Badoer's terrifying 140mph shunt at Turn 3 - only confirmed that.
There are at least two Michaels, you see. There's the charming, gracious Michael 1 who smiles and plays pro-am football and knows all his mechanics' names and crouches beside wheelchairs to sign autographs for disabled fans and kisses babies and whatnot... And there's the bloody-minded Michael 2 who will brook no interference in his one-dimensional quest to win everything, every place, everywhere. And at any cost.