...like the Greeks, I suppose. They made a big thing of hoodwinking the Germans, until recently, of course. The Germans suddenly turned round and told the poor Greeks that the game was up. Oh dear. ... I can just imagine the mythical parallel. There are all the Greek gods on Mount Olympus, or wherever they liked to cavort--cavorting away and having a great time on borrowed funds from those northern gods--Thor, Odin and so on--who of course inhabit northern forests and mountains. Anyway, the Greek gods have a great time and then Thor and Freya and so on get all sniffy and tell them that they have to cut the whole thing out and move down the mountain and get a job, or whatever. A terrible row ensues, with thunderbolts being hurled.