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).