On the day the Nazis came to Copenhagen, a Hungarian chemist named Georgy de Hevesy (he would one day win a Nobel of his own) was working in Bohr's lab. He wrote later, "I suggested that we should bury the medal(s)," but Bohr thought no, the Germans would dig up the grounds, the garden, search everywhere in the building. Too dangerous.....So the bad ass Hungarian chemist DISSOLVED the motherfuckers. The beaker full of orange liquid sat on a shelf for 10 years. Then they precipitated the gold back out, gave it back to the Nobel Foundation, they recast the medals and re-presented them to the two Jewish scientists to whom the rightfully belonged.
Taltos Horse--an ugly, thin, or neglected animal, seeming more dead than alive as it lies on a garbage pile or heap of dung. Not unlike as in alchemy, the gold is found in the dung or dross, but only by the wise who know where to look. So the real nature of the horse can only be recognized by a táltos [in human form]…. Then the horse changes to a golden, silver, or diamond horse.... (p. 136)