“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.”
Book:The Art of a Lie