The double points scheme seems to be generating more disgust than drama. Even William Shakespeare couldn't make a race at Yas Marina dramatic.
Lap 2 - Turn 2.
Enter Lewis Hamilton, of Team Mercedes, trailed by Nico Rosberg, son of KekeRosberg:To pass, or not to pass, that is the question—
Whether 'tis Nobler in the mind to suffer
The Slings and Arrows of outrageous Fortune,
Or to take Arms against a mate of team,
And by opposing end them? To crash, to punct're—
No more; and by a punct're, to say we end
The Heart-ache, and the thousand Natural shocks
That Lewis is heir to? 'Tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished. To crash, to punct're,
To punct're, perchance to pit; Aye, there's the rub,
For in that pit of lane, what changes may come,
When we have shuffled off this carbon fibre,
Must give us pause. There's the respect
That makes Calamity of so long seas'n:
For who would bear the Whips and Scorns of time,
The marhall's wrong, the proud man's Contumely,
The pangs of deformed wing, the Law’s delay,
The insolence of Lauda, and the Spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his Quietus make
With a bare Bodkin? Who would these engines bear,
To grunt and whine under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after race,
The undiscovered Country, from whose bourn
No racer returns, Puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have,
Than fly to others that we know not of.
Thus Conscience does make Cowards of us all,
And thus the Native hue of Resolution
Is sicklied o'er, with the pale cast of Thought,
And enterprises of great pitch and moment,
With this regard their Currents turn awry,
And lose the name of Action. Soft you now,
The fair Lewis. Champ, in two thousand and eight
Be thou all my sins remembered.
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