We do not know what the soup was on that day.  Corn chowder?  Something New England, no doubt.  It's stupid to speculate.  One way or the other, this is a long-gone soup.  Nothing of this soup remains, regardless of the skill and care of the chef, Mr. Cookie.  Even if there were, say a photograph of the soup, we could only look at it and say, "Surely, this soup is dead.  This is a dead soup."

Curtis White, from his novel Requiem.