Henry: Guess what Molly! I made the greatest soup ever last night for dinner!
Molly: Oh really? What kind?
Henry: I call it “Soup Itself.”
Molly: Wow. Must be good. What’s the recipe?
Henry: Recipe! “Soup Itself” is not answerable to any “recipes,” of course.
Molly: Ok ok, of course. Well what did you put in the soup?
Henry: I can’t tell you that.
Molly: Ahh. Top secret ingredients?
Henry: (puzzled) No, I just don’t know what to tell you.
Molly: You mean, you don’t remember?
Henry: (more puzzled) No, I remember.
Molly: Huh?
Henry: I think I just can’t “say” it. This soup cannot be “said.”
Molly: What?? How about I watch you make the soup?
Henry: I don’t think that’s possible.
Molly: Why not?
Henry: (furrows brows)
Molly: Can I at least taste it?
Henry: No. It cannot be tasted.
Molly: What do you mean it cannot be tasted? Do you not have any left?
Henry: Yes, I have some left.
Molly: Then why can’t I taste some?
Henry: Because Soup itself is not tasteable, at least in a physical sense.
Molly: (walks away).
