“You have neglected to unlock the hidden heat within your liquid." I frowned, confused. "But the cream is cold. There is no heat." Becker smiled. "All liquids contain a latent heat concealed within themselves. Even when they feel cold, they are secretly hot. You must withdraw that fire by means of the frigorific method." I didn't even attempt to repeat the word. "It all sounds rather complicated." "On the contrary," Becker said. "It is simplicity itself. What you require, my dear lady, is salt.” MetaphorHeatSaltIce Cream Book:The Art of a Lie Source: The Art of a Lie