This episode of Star Trek is from the first season, 1966. It's hard to believe that this program is almost sixty years old. Here they are stranded on a planet that is ruled by the Greek god Apollo. Yes, THAT Apollo, who is outrageously handsome and resplendent in a golden tunic showing his muscles, though Carl has just remarked that he looks so darling in his dear little mini skirt. Apollo is despondent with self pity because no one worships neither him nor any of the other gods any more, not for thousands of years, and that he is the last holdout of the gods, who have all vanished into some realm beyond realms because they are no longer being sustained by the adoration of mortals. It turns out that according to the script, the gods of Olympus arrived on earth from another planet and taught the savages civilization and basic good manners and toilet habits before they returned home in their spaceship. And now Carl is remarking on a novel he read some ten years ago or longer about the Greek gods all taking residence in contemporary London, where they have to work at day jobs and live as ordinary mortals because no one will worship them. "Among other things", says Carl, "Aphrodite is self employed as a phone sex worker. Who´d have known?"
"Well, she knew the biz", says Francois...
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