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Cavell - Must We Mean What We Say
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stanley cavell
Contents
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Permissions page viii
Acknowledgments ix
Preface to this edition by stephen mulhall xv
Preface to updated edition of Must We Mean What We Say? xvii
Foreword: An audience for philosophy xxx
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“Aesthetic problems of modern philosophy” appeared in Philosophy in
America (1965), edited by Max Black, and is reprinted by permission of
the publishers, the Cornell University Press, and George Allen & Unwin
Ltd., copyright under the Berne Convention by George Allen &
Unwin Ltd.
“Music discomposed” and “A matter of meaning it” were both first
published in Art, Mind, and Religion, edited by W. H. Capitan and D. D.
Merrill, copyright 1967 by the University of Pittsburgh Press, and
reprinted by permission of the publisher.
“Ending the waiting game: A reading of Beckett’s Endgame”contains
selections from Endgame, by Samuel Beckett (translated by the author),
copyright 1958 by Grove Press. These selections are reprinted by permis-
sion of Grove Press, NY, and Faber and Faber Ltd., London.
“The availability of Wittgenstein’s later philosophy” contains selections
from The Later Philosophy of Wittgenstein (1958) by David Pole, and these
are reprinted by permission of the Athlone Press, London.
Excerpts from the works of Wittgenstein are reprinted by permission of
the Executors of Ludwig Wittgenstein and Basil Blackwell, Publisher.
Excerpts from King Lear are reprinted by permission of the publishers,
from Kenneth Muir, editor, Shakespeare’s King Lear, Harvard University
Press, Cambridge, Mass., and Associated Book Publishers Ltd., London.
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Acknowledgments
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Four of the ten essays in this volume are published here for the first time:
The reading of Endgame was written in the summer and fall of 1964 and
I have used some selection of its material each spring since then in the
Humanities course which the Department of Philosophy at Harvard offers
in the General Education program of the college. Similar selections were
the basis for lectures given at Western Reserve University and the Case
Institute, at the University of Saskatchewan, and at the University of
North Carolina.
“Kierkegaard’s On Authority and Revelation” was prepared for a collo-
quium on that book held at the University of Minnesota by its Department
of Philosophy in January 1966.
“Knowing and Acknowledging” is an expansion of my contribution to a
colloquium held at the University of Rochester in May 1966. Its original
version was written as a set of comments on a paper presented at that
Colloquium by Professor Norman Malcolm; that is the paper of his,
subsequently published with minor revisions, which is cited in this essay.
Part I of the reading of King Lear was written in the summer of 1966,
partly as preparation for, partly out of dissatisfaction with, my lectures in
the Humanities course mentioned previously. Part II was written in the
summer and fall of 1967, during a period in which a sabbatical term was
generously granted early by Harvard University in order that I might
bring this book to a finish.
Nothing like it would have been started apart from Harvard’s Society of
Fellows, in which I was a Junior Fellow from 1953–1956. The highest
praise of the Society, and all it asks, is expressed in the work produced
by the years of freedom it provides. In my case, the most precious benefit
of those years was the chance to keep quiet, in particular to postpone the
Ph.D., until there was something I wanted, and felt readier, to say.
The six essays which have already been published have been brought
into uniform stylistic format; otherwise they appear here without, or with
trivial, alterations. I might mention here one stylistic habit of mine which,
in addition to irritation, may cause confusion. I use dots of omission in the
usual way within quoted material, but I also use them apart from
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New York: Doubleday and Company, Inc., 1966). Material for this paper
was prepared during a period in which I received a grant from the Henry
P. Kendall Foundation, to which I wish to express my gratitude.
“Aesthetic Problems of Modern Philosophy” was prepared for a volume
of original essays by younger American philosophers, edited by Max
Black, Philosophy in America (London: George Allen & Unwin Ltd., 1965;
Ithaca: Cornell University Press, 1965). Approximately the first half of this
paper was presented to a meeting of the American Society for Aesthetics in
October 1962. It was written during the year 1962–63 in which I was in
residence at the Institute for Advanced Study at Princeton, as was a longer
study from which the Austin paper, listed immediately below, was
extracted. These are fragments of the continuing profit that year remains
for me.
“Austin at Criticism” was published first in The Philosophical Review,
LXXIV (1965), and reprinted in Richard Rorty, ed., The Linguistic Turn
(Chicago and London: The University of Chicago Press, 1967).
“Music Discomposed” was read as the opening paper of a symposium
held at the sixth annual Oberlin Colloquium in Philosophy in April
1965 and was published, together with the comments on it by Professor
Monroe Beardsley and by Professor Joseph Margolis, as part of the Pro-
ceedings of that Colloquium, in Capitan and Merrill, eds., Art, Mind, and
Religion (Pittsburgh: University of Pittsburgh Press, 1967). Most of the
material in sections V, VI, and VII of this essay was presented as part of
a symposium called “Composition, Improvisation and Chance,” held at a
joint meeting of the American Musicological Society, the Society for Ethno-
musicology, and the College Music Society, at the University of California,
Berkeley, December 1960. The title of the symposium, as well as my
participation in it, were both the work of its moderator, Joseph Kerman.
I am grateful to him also for suggestions about the initial material
I presented at Berkeley and about an earlier draft of the present paper.
“A Matter of Meaning It” constitutes my rejoinders to Beardsley and
Margolis; while not read at the Oberlin Colloquium, it is included in its
Proceedings.
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The few personal acknowledgments which are scattered through these
essays scarcely suggest the debts I have accumulated in the writing of
them. Because the largest of these are debts of friendship as much as
of instruction, I must hope that they were partly discharged in the course
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of incurring them, for certainly the essays alone are insufficient repay-
ment. I am thinking of conversations with Thomas Kuhn (especially
during 1956–58, our first two years of teaching at Berkeley) about the
nature of history and, in particular, about the relations between the
histories of science and of philosophy; of the countless occasions on
which I have learned about continental philosophy and literature from
Kurt Fischer, in everything from isolated remarks to the course of lec-
tures he gave to his graduate seminar at Berkeley on Nietzsche’s Zara-
thustra; of the years during which Thompson Clarke taught me to
understand the power of traditional epistemology, and in particular of
skepticism. My debt to Clarke is systematic, because it was through him,
together with a study of Wittgenstein’s Philosophical Investigations (on
which we gave a joint seminar in 1959–60), that I came to see that
everything I had said (in “Must We Mean What We Say?”) in defense
of the appeal to ordinary language could also be said in defense, rather
than in criticism, of the claims of traditional philosophy; this idea grew
for me into an ideal of criticism, and it is central to all my work in
philosophy since then. Its most explicit statement, in the work which
appears here, is given in the opening pages of “Knowing and Acknow-
ledging.” It is a guiding motivation of my Ph.D. dissertation. The Claim to
Rationality (submitted to Harvard University in 1961, now soon to be
published), a fact I mention here because ideas and formulations of that
book (in particular, the view it develops of Wittgenstein’s later philoso-
phy) appear throughout the essays collected here, and I am uneasy about
the possibility that from time to time I am relying on it as backing for
claims which in the space of an essay are not developed enough to stand
by themselves. This creates obvious risks of delusion.
The piece on Kierkegaard, the two on music, and that on Lear—that is to
say, the bulk of the latest work—were written during periods in which
their controlling ideas were recurrent topics of conversation with Michael
Fried and John Harbison; the reservations and the satisfactions they
expressed were always guiding for me. Their wives, Ruth Fried and Rose
Mary Harbison, were frequently very much a part of those conversations,
as they are part of those friendships; if what I owe to them is less specific, it
is no less real. To say, in addition, that I owe to Michael Fried’s instruction
any understanding I have come to about modernist painting and sculp-
ture, scarcely describes the importance that access of experience has had
for me over the past three or four years. Its confirmation and correction
and extension of my thoughts about the arts and about modernism is
suggested by the writings of his to which I refer in various of the later
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essays; but conversations with him about those topics, and about history
and criticism, and about poetry and theater, are equally, if silently, present
in them.
First books tend to over-ambitiousness, and nowhere more than in the
bulk of debts they imagine themselves able to answer for.
I cannot forgo the pleasure of thanking my teachers of philosophy—
Henry David Aiken, Abraham Kaplan, and Morton White—especially for
their encouragement to think of, or to remember, philosophy as something
more than the preoccupation of specialists. To the late J. L. Austin I owe,
beyond what I hope is plain in my work, whatever is owed the teacher
who shows one a way to do relevantly and fruitfully the thing one had
almost given up hope of doing. And because all the pieces of this book
were written after I had begun to teach, the responses of my students are
often guiding in the way I have written, in everything from the specific
choice of an example or allusion to a general tendency to swing between
dialogue and harangue. Here I single out Allen Graubard and John
McNees and Timothy Gould, whose intellectual companionship and
whose acts of friendship since I came back to Cambridge to teach, are
unforgettable.
That since that time I have enjoyed the friendship of Rogers Albritton,
and therewith the power of his intelligence and sensibility, is a fortune
which only those who know him can begin to appreciate.
My mother and father have waited for, and supported, these first fruits
in the peculiar patience, and impatience, known only to parents. My uncle,
Mendel Segal, began his avuncularity by supporting my infancy on his
shoulders, and continued it, through my years in graduate school and my
first years of teaching, with brotherly advice which usually cost him
money. My wife, Cathleen Cohen Cavell, beyond the moments of timely
editing and encouragement, kept in balance the sabbatical months in
which the final stages of composition were accomplished. And now my
daughter Rachel can see what it was I was doing as I inexplicably
scribbled away those hundred afternoons and evenings.
That I am alone liable for the opacities and the crudities which defeat
what I wanted to say, is a miserably simple fact. What is problematic is the
expense borne by those who have tried to correct them, and to comfort the
pain of correcting them.
s.c.
31 December I968
Cambridge, Massachusetts
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I had. . . fancies of putting [this] book out in a newspaper format, so that each essay
could begin on the front page and end on the back page, with various conjunctions
in between. (Cavell)
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was less how we know what we say and mean (which was the point on
which criticism of those two papers were centered) than it was the ques-
tion of what it betokens about our relation to the world, and others, and
myself, that I do in fact, to an unknown extent, inescapably know (barring
physical or psychic trauma), and that I chronically do not know or cannot
say what I mean, and that I can know further by bethinking myself of
what I would rather or might or must or could say, or not say, or rather
not. Few philosophers would now, I believe, deny that the ability to speak
a language carries with it the ability to perform these linguistic feats, but
I assume most do not attach the importance I continue to do to the bearing
of this ability on the questions of self-knowledge and of skepticism.
Controversy over the importance of the ordinary is more likely now to
arise in the form of a question not of the epistemological but of the political
bearing of the ordinary, say upon whether the appeal to the ordinary is a
mode of conforming to the state of one’s society or of criticizing it.
The opening essay, “Must We Mean What We Say?,” was undertaken as
the result not so much of an invitation as of an assignment. Near the end of
my first year of teaching at Berkeley, in the spring of 1957, I was told that a
panel on ordinary language philosophy was being scheduled at the
coming Christmas meetings of the Pacific Division of the American Philo-
sophical Association, in which I would have a chance, let’s say an obliga-
tion, to defend in public the views I had been advancing all year
concerning the ground-breaking philosophical importance of the work of
Austin, in the form of a response to a paper to be presented by my senior
colleague Benson Mates. I had, as a result of Austin’s visiting Harvard my
last semester there, thrown away what may have been a partially written
Ph.D. dissertation, and consequently arrived in Berkeley to take up the
position of Assistant Professor there not only without a degree but with no
concrete idea for a dissertation (an unthinkable circumstance after my
generation in graduate school). The imposition of the obligation was fair
enough. It was time that I get into the open some formulation of what had
seemed so enlivening in my encounters with Austin, or else suffer the
humiliation of finding that it was not, at my hands, defensible in grown-
up discussion.
Reading the essay now, I still sense in it the initial exhilaration in finding
ways to mean everything I was saying, and to say a larger fraction of what
I had philosophically to say, than I had ever experienced. The elation was
an experience as of escaping from what I had inarticulately felt in my
philosophical education, and remaining in much of philosophy’s dispen-
sation as I began my life of teaching philosophy, as prohibitions on, or
these pages, I was discovering about the ordinary what I missed in Austin,
namely, that if, as Wittgenstein puts the matter, “What we do is lead
words back from their metaphysical to their everyday use,” then to under-
stand how this happens we must understand how we have drifted, or
been driven, away from the everyday, living as it were in exile from our
words, not in a sure position from which to mean what we say. In short
I discovered that skepticism, which metaphysics is apt to undertake to
defeat, is a renewed threat in Wittgenstein, whereas Austin rather
imagines that both skepticism and metaphysics can fairly readily be put
aside, with the attentiveness and good will appealed to by his methods, as
if the strength of ordinary language were more characteristic of it than its
vulnerability. I note three passages, or formulations, from the essay,
beyond the thematic matters, for example, of rules and of our knowledge
of our language, that recurrently motivate later work of mine.
Take first the paragraph in “The Availability of Wittgenstein’s Later
Philosophy” that runs: “We learn and teach words in certain contexts, and
then we are expected, and expect others, to be able to project them into
further contexts. . . Nothing insures that we will make . . . the same projec-
tions. That on the whole we do is a matter of our sharing routes of interest
and feeling . . . senses of humor and of significance . . ., of what is outra-
geous, of what is similar to what else . . . all the whirl of organism
Wittgenstein calls ‘forms of life’.. . . It is a vision as simple as it is difficult
and as difficult as it is (and because it is) terrifying” (p. 52). In recent years
this passage has been receiving increasing attention. The “vision” I speak
of in the passage becomes further worked out ten years later as Chapter
VII of The Claim of Reason, entitled “Wittgenstein’s Vision of Language,”
where the idea in Must We Mean . . . ? of the communicative power of
language as requiring nothing beyond (behind, beneath) our sharing, and
maintaining, our human forms of life to ensure its success, is expressed in
The Claim of Reason as there being “no reason” (p. 178) for our sharing
them. (Such a requirement—for, let’s say, a metaphysical grounding of our
ability to communicate—would amount to requiring that we have a
reason for caring about one another in general, for attaching any signifi-
cance to the fact that some things on earth manifest forms of life, and that
some of these, to speak so, have souls. I also say there that these possibil-
ities and necessities of our forms of life are nothing more and nothing less
than natural (having two chapters earlier gone to some lengths to show
that the distinction between the natural and the conventional is unstable).
Second, the characterization of the style of Philosophical Investigations as,
among other matters, a crossing of the genres of Dogmatics and
must work behind its back. I do not understand such appeals as “going
outside” philosophy.
I point to three formulations in “Aesthetic Problems of Modern Philoso-
phy” that have recurred often in my thoughts and that are characteristic of
something I can recognize as my manner, namely to introduce a remark in
a guise (calling attention to itself) meant to mark an intuition which I find
guiding, or whose obscurity or incompleteness is meant to be undisguised,
intended to remind myself in public, as it were, that I find significance here
that I have not earned, to which accordingly I know I owe a return. One
such formulation is meant to characterize a task of philosophy I find
proposed in Philosophical Investigations, one I call “undo[ing] the psycholo-
gizing of psychology” (“Aesthetic Problems . . .,” p. 91). This thought will
be taken further two years later in the essay on Kierkegaard (the sixth of
Must We Mean . . . ?). The formulation helped me in my ongoing bouts of
revising my dissertation, The Claim to Rationality, into what became The
Claim of Reason. It is specifically a way of thinking about what Wittgen-
steinian criteria and grammar do.
I point, second, to the formulation “Ordinary language philosophy is
about whatever ordinary language is about” (p. 95), which expresses a
desire of mine for philosophy, that it invites me to reason about anything
in my experience, anything I find of interest, from philosophy’s wish to
inhibit or discount certain interests (say in the arts) or to reform or escape
or limit to a minimum of distinct points its recourse to the ordinary, to
Beckett’s finding the extraordinary ordinary and Chekhov’s finding the
ordinary extraordinary.
A third formulation is “Nothing is more human than to deny them [viz.,
human necessities]” (p. 96). The human drive to the inhuman, tempting
philosophy to the monstrous, is as reasonable and uncompromised a
statement of the subject of Part Four of The Claim of Reason, as any other
I have found. That part is in effect a small book, reflecting on the larger
book to which, as it were, it is irreversibly bound, and lies in the back-
ground of much of the work I have done since then.
“Austin At Criticism,” the fourth essay of Must We Mean What We Say?,
was the result of an invitation for a review-essay of Austin’s Philosophical
Papers, published in 1962, two years after Austin’s death at the age of
forty-eight; the essay does not disguise a concluding tone fitting a memor-
ial address. My wish to articulate my undiminished, life-changing grati-
tude for Austin’s innovations seemed to require articulating my sense of
Austin’s refusal (as it struck me) to draw consequences from those innov-
ations that did justice to their radicality. What I found lacking is suggested
although I seem to recall reading music before I could read words, I have
not written about music again until fairly recently, and increasingly, is
something I am beginning to write about.
The ninth essay, “Knowing and Acknowledging,” written in response to
an invitation to respond to Norman Malcolm’s essay “The Privacy of
Experience,” represents a decisive step in the line of philosophical work
represented by what precedes it. Malcolm’s philosophical honesty and his
admiration for Wittgenstein’s achievements prompted from me reaffirm-
ations simultaneously of my roots in analytical philosophy as well as of
my conviction in Wittgenstein’s criticism of that mode of philosophizing.
Acknowledgment became a recurrent theme of my work from the time of
its isolation for attention in “Knowing and Acknowledging” and provides,
together with the essay that follows it, on King Lear (“The Avoidance of
Love”) the title of Part Four of The Claim of Reason (“Between Acknow-
ledgment and Avoidance”). Its formulation of the skeptic’s plight as one
which in mortality, let’s call it, presents itself as sort of limitation, “a
metaphysical finitude as an intellectual lack” (p. 262), is one I invoke
periodically in later work where I speak of “the threat of skepticism” as
a sort of human compulsion to over-intellectuality (not simply a Faustian
desire to know everything but a demonic will to measure every relation
against that of knowing), as it were a natural weakness (to say the least) of
the creature enamored of its intelligence.
The Lear essay, the tenth and last of the book, together with the essay on
Beckett’s Endgame, “Ending the Waiting Game’’—the two essays, what-
ever degree of philosophicality they are granted, distinguished from the
rest and linked by their constituting readings of incontestably literary
works—make up almost two-fifths of the pages of Must We Mean What
We Say? They were not invited by any field, indeed it was after the Beckett
essay had been praised and turned down for publishing by several liter-
ary/cultural journals (with requests either to shorten it for an article or
lengthen it for a book) that I recognized it would have to help me make its
own home. At some point in composing the Lear material I felt I saw what
this home was going to be. Both of these essays originated in lectures on
their respective plays that I had assigned in the large lecture course that
the Harvard Department of Philosophy offered in what was called, from
1945 to 1979, General Education; from that time it was replaced in stages
by a differently conceived Core Curriculum. Both programs were sophis-
ticated versions of a “distribution requirement” and meant to shape a
measure of intellectual community among the undergraduate body at
large. I thought of my contribution as a course in reading, a skill prior to
tone of, let me say, anxious elation, as of finding myself roughly intact,
dreams evidently alive after many chances to disparage them, seems to
have found responsive chords in others who have also had to be patient
longer than they had figured to begin to see their attraction to philosophy
manifest itself in work of their own, in however unpredictable forms. This
unpredictability may be linked with my impression, mentioned near the
beginning of this new Preface, that with the appearance of Must We Mean
What We Say? even the public discussion of its opening two papers
subsided—as if I had put together a book in such a way that it asked to
be accepted or rejected as a whole. While I cannot deny such an impulse in
myself, I must add that it also makes me happy to learn that the individual
parts of it continue to find acceptance sufficient to warrant the reissuing of
the whole.
I did discover something further a year after completing the book, on a
fellowship at Wesleyan’s Humanities Center, about the effect on myself of
putting the book behind me, or perhaps I should say, of having it to stand
behind. Its independence of me freed me for I suppose the most product-
ive, or palpably so, nine months of my life, in which I recast the salvage-
able and necessary material of my Ph.D. dissertation as the opening three
parts of what would become The Claim of Reason and completed small
books on film (The World Viewed) and Thoreau (The Senses of Walden).
I consider those small books to form a trio with Must We Mean What We
Say?, different paths leading from the same desire for philosophy. I think
of Must We Mean . . . ? as a lucky book, not because, as in other instances, it
came so quickly, or else with so much difficulty that it is easy to imagine
its never coming to pass. I call it, on its title page, a Book of Essays, having
found that the interaction of the essays, despite the differences of their
causes, have the feel of a sequence of chapters as much as a collection of
independent texts. It is a texture I am glad of and feel lucky to have
managed, supposing it is there; but lucky most distinctly in not having
had, for institutional or professional reasons, to rush a book into print
before I had one I felt lucky in having. (It would have been nice for me if
this had all happened years earlier than it did; but that would have
required a different life, nicer or not.)
My gratitude to the book in hand, associated with this surprise at its
existence, is somehow expressed in a fact I learned of some years after
hearing little about any consequences its publication may have had,
namely, that two large libraries, one on each coast, had listed the book
among those that had been repeatedly stolen, and consequently were no
longer to be reordered for their catalogues. Moved as I am by the fantasm