[This hand-written manuscript appears to have been prompted
by Ian Steedman’s 1977 book, Marx After
Sraffa. I recall reading the book
when it appeared, but I have no recollection of having written the
manuscript. I found it in a folder with
a stack of other unfiled materials. It
is presented here exactly as it was written, without corrections or
emendations.]
Preliminary Notes for a Critique of the
Physical Quantities Model of Reproduction
I. An apparently
irrelevant digression on irony
Paul
Samuelson tells jokes. Even Immanuel
Kant tries a turn of wit from time to time.
But neither of them is thereby an ironist. Wherein lies the difference? Kant’s discourse [and, by and large, that of
“scientists” – such as Aristotle, Ricardo, etc.] presupposes that the object of
discourse [nature, the mind, society, the economy] is universally and
unambiguously what it is [even though, pace
Kant, its structure may be mind-imposed], so that straightforward declarative
sentences suffice to describe it. There
is only one audience for these descriptions [though it may, as in the case of
Kant or Aristotle, be a small and select audience], and the utterances are
susceptible of only one correct interpretation.
It is, by some of these “scientists,” supposed that there is a correspondence
between the formal structure of the discourse, as exhibited in Logic or
Mathematics, and the formal [and necessary] structure of the object of
discourse; and that there is, as well, a correspondence of an a posteriori
sort between the content of the discourse and the matter, or particularity, or
individuality, of the object of discourse.
Hence the doctrine of the Critique of Pure Reason, or the Metaphysics,
or the Principles of Political Economy and Taxation. From the assumptions here summarized, it
follows that although graceful turns of phrase and literary figures may find their
way into a work of science – or, alternatively, although scientific
writers may permit themselves expressions of scorn, of anger, of sarcasm, or
resentment --- ironic communication as such will have no place there.
Plato and
Kierkegaard [and, as we shall, in good time, see Marx] are, by contrast,
ironists. They communicate by means of discourse that posits multiple audiences
at different levels of enlightenment, those at the higher aware of those at the
lower. This complex structure of speech,
they believed, is required by the complex structure of the object of discourse,
by the internal complexity of the subject or speaker, and by the necessity
that knowledge-claims capture the relation between those two complexities in
the structure of the discourse itself.
When Socrates says, “I am ignorant,” he speaks, to be sure to several
audiences [two in the dialogues, but also a third, namely we who read the
dialogues]. But in that utterance, he
also, at the same time, expresses his inner nature. He gives voice to [but does not assert the
existence of] the divided character of his self. A part of him is arrogant, confident that he
is wiser than his fellow Athenians, sure of the truth of the exhilarating
accolade of the Delphic oracle; another part of him is uncertain, weighed down
with an awareness of inadequacy, truly doubtful that he knows anything; and yet
another part of him [it is understood that I use the language of “parts” metaphorically]
is wearily wise, sadly aware – as in the pathetic scene with Crito – that he
will go to his grave without having communicated the full measure of his
insight to those who – in the bitterest of all ironies – style themselves his
disciples.
All of these are truly Socrates. One is lower, another is higher, but all are
truly Socrates. None is merely a mask, a
pose, a role, a suit of clothes donned for tactical purposes public
appearances, and doffed when alone or among friends. Irony is the mode of discourse by which the
inner complexity is fully and correctly expressed. Were Socrates to explain himself as I have
just done, he would, by so doing, deny the reality of the lower elements in his
soul, just as he would be denying the truth of the superficial interpretation
of his utterance. By adopting as his
voice one of the elements of his soul, he would thereby be asserting – whether
he wished to or not – that he was [fully, essentially] that part,
and that the other parts were not real, or were not really himself, or were,
perhaps, merely himself as he once had been.
Nor could Socrates have achieved full and precise expression
of his true nature by the devices of indirect discourse, parenthetical asides,
[or, as we know them now, footnotes], or parodic bits of self-deprecating
humour. At best, he might thereby have
demonstrated that he was Jewish, rather than pagan. All such measures constitute hedges, attempts
to identify one voice as the true voice and to deny to the other voices any
epistemological legitimacy at all. Or else,
they are embarrassed attempts to evade acknowledgement of those portions of
oneself of which one is ashamed. It is,
after all, one thing to say “I love you,” and quite another to say, casually
[or heatedly, as the case may be], “I was thinking last night that I love you,”
or “I find it hard to tell you that I love you,” or “Even though it sounds
sentimental, I would like you to know that I love you.” Just so.
Nothing would do for Socrates, save the simple sentence, “I am
ignorant,” said, however, in full awareness of its ironic complexity.
Irony, when
it is used seriously and not frivolously, thus carries ontological and
epistemological presuppositions. To employ
irony as one’s most serious mode of discourse is implicitly to assert that the
object of discourse is layered, complex, internally related to itself and
divided in itself according to higher and lower, or more and less real; To employ
irony is also implicitly to assert that the subject of discourse, the speaker,
is similarly internally complex; and to employ irony is to claim that only by
such a mode of speech can the complexity of the speaker, the structure of the
object, and the relations between the two, be given precisely adequate
expression. The truth – the essential
truth – about the object and the subject cannot in any other way be
stated. In particular, the truth cannot
be decomposed into a succession of unironic component declarative statements
and then reassembled by means of the additional assertion that these are the
elements, and that their relationship is – ironic. As though “ironic” were a
codeword for a set of instructions – “this bit of knowledge is sent to you
partially broken down – assembly instructions included.”
The best analysis of irony I've ever seen. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteAnd your analysis clearly differentiates irony from sarcasm with which it is often confused, because in sarcasm the superficial meaning is false: for example, if I say sarcastically "there is no racism in the U.S.", I mean the opposite.
ReplyDelete“They communicate by means of discourse that posits multiple audiences at different levels of enlightenment, those at the higher aware of those at the lower.” Etc.
ReplyDeleteA wee bit Straussian?
“In 1952 he published Persecution and the Art of Writing, arguing that serious writers write esoterically, that is, with multiple or layered meanings, often disguised within irony or paradox, obscure references, even deliberate self-contradiction. Esoteric writing serves several purposes: protecting the philosopher from the retribution of the regime, and protecting the regime from the corrosion of philosophy; it attracts the right kind of reader and repels the wrong kind; and ferreting out the interior message is in itself an exercise of philosophic reasoning.” [ https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Leo_Strauss ]
Hey, RMc, the phrase, "positing multiple audiences at different levels of enlightenment" struck me too. I think I'll put a tune to it, though the syncopation seems awkward.
ReplyDeleteI had the same thought as R McD, but I think the irony Pr Wolff is talking about can be distinguished from the Straussian take, which presupposes that the author is trying to hide his real meaning from all but an elite of readers.
ReplyDeleteBy your definition, Jesus is the best example of an ironist of all. Or am I being ironic?
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