From the past, Gelasia Cosmatou is talking to me, and the Old Girl is not pleased: "Of course, boy. Bring back the dead, live in harmony, never doubt and never mind that she died. Just decide she didn’t, that it’s all a matter of perspective. Will you do your mathematics that way also? Let five equal four because that solves the puzzle? No? Well, then, that tells you that his New Greece is so much pigeonsquitter on a wet beach, doesn’t it! Use your bloody head!"