" When a thing such as wax, or gold, or silver, turns liquid from heat, we say that it has fused,” Eliza said to her son, “and when such liquids run together and mix, we say they are con-fused.” “Papa says I am confused sometimes.” “As are we all,” said Eliza. “For confusion is a kind of bewitchment— "

― Neal Stephenson , The Confusion (The Baroque Cycle, #2)