Malcolm Budd

Malcolm Budd

I just found out that Malcolm Budd has died. He was my colleague and close friend at UCL when we were both there (1974-85). We had lunch and tea together every work day, sometimes breakfast. He was a person of enormous intelligence, rock-solid integrity, and great personal charm (humorous, handsome, generous). He was an excellent philosopher: I recommend his book on Wittgenstein (which I reviewed rapturously in the JP) and his Music and the Emotions. He was also a first-class athlete, especially football and cricket. A great friend, a brilliant mind, a beautiful soul. Would that everyone could be like Malcolm.

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Deception, Mimicry, and Meaning

Deception, Mimicry, and Meaning

If mimicry lies somewhere in the evolutionary history of meaning,[1] and mimicry involves deception, then deception is at the heart of meaning. Language is custom-made for lying. Speech has lying in its DNA, literally. The octopus can change its color and texture to mimic its environment to an uncanny degree, the better to fool a potential predator. I see no reason to deny that this is a conscious intentional act on the octopus’s part: it is trying to deceive another animal, to produce a false belief (or some equivalent). It is telling a lie. It isn’t under the illusion that it has become part of its environment; it knows quite well that it is still a squishy tasty octopus. Butterflies deceive with their wing designs, the better to survive in a world of butterfly eaters. Some predators mimic their prey in order to get in close. Some male animals impersonate females so as to elude the notice of the presiding alpha male, thereby gaining mating opportunities. We also have stick insects, parrots, and cuckoos. Deceiving is a tried-and-true means of surviving and reproducing. Humans disguise themselves in war and love (camouflage and make-up, respectively), impersonate others, play mimetic games, wear wigs, dress up, etc. Human life is rife with mimetic deception. With it we communicate falsehoods constantly. We could even say that genes are mimics, copy-cats: they copy each other as they are passed down the ancestral line. The mimetic gene. Genes can’t survive without the power to imitate other genes. The biological world is an imitation game.

Now suppose we have persuaded ourselves that meaning in human languages depends on mimetic neural machinery and overt behavior; in short, that speech acts are imitative. To make things simple, let’s suppose that the speech act is (perhaps covertly) mimetic (think onomatopoeia). The phonology mimics the phonology of other speakers, and the meaning itself is constituted by acts of mimicry, internal and external, past and present, original or derivative (for concreteness you might think of it as an imitative act of the imagination). Then we can draw the following conclusion: meaning is inherently deceptive—not all the time, to be sure, but potentially, dispositionally, intrinsically. It is built for lying, designed for it. It can easily slip into lying mode. But isn’t that exactly what we observe about human speech? it functions as a powerful organ of deception. It isn’t as if sentences stubbornly refuse to tell a lie; they are practically on the point of it all the time. Language is not designed with truthfulness in mind; it is designed with lying in mind. It is really good at lying. It has an uncanny ability to deceive, like the octopus’s epidermis. And that is not surprising, given that its roots lie in deceptive mimicry.

Did speech evolve precisely so as to deceive—is that why meaning exists? Not to inform, but to misinform. We can imagine such a scenario: a social animal striving to survive in a world of competitors, conspecific and interspecific. Lying is a way of life (part of the species’ “form of life”). Bartering, mating, befriending, stealing, tricking, bull-shitting, manipulating, exploiting: all these will naturally call on a person’s ability to tell a convincing lie, of varying shades of gray. Those with the “gift of the (deceptive) gab” will win out in the struggle for survival—the smooth talkers, the oracular fibbers. Speech is power, and power requires persuasion. It could be done with non-linguistic imitation perhaps, but language streamlines the process; it is the greatest engine of deception ever invented by nature—even better than the octopus’s skin! Thus, the human brain assigns precious space to language and its deceptive machinery. True, we sometimes use it non-deceptively—we call that “teaching”—but we also, and primarily, use it manipulatively, employing our prior mimetic prowess. This would explain why only we have the awesome power of language at our disposal; for we are the deceptive animal par excellence. We live by strategic deception. Language is cognitively expensive, so a species will not adopt it lightly; but our social existence came to depend on our ability to mislead and deceive and misdirect. Call this the “deception hypothesis”: meaning evolved in humans in order to prop up and promote our deceptive proclivities (it wasn’t for the poetry or the altruism). We deceive, therefore meaning exists. Language has allowed us to become unbelievable liars (very believable ones). We can out-deceive all-comers. Meaning is saturated with the bitter juice of deception. A proposition is a lie waiting to happen. The theory of meaning is therefore the theory of linguistic mimetic deception. Syntax and phonetics are the enablers of mendacious meaning. Children start lying as soon as they start talking; they aren’t stupid, they realize what kind of power they now possess. Semantic knowledge is knowledge of the possibilities of deception—you just have to produce a few sounds in a grammatical order and you can control the world! To mean is to have power over other people’s minds—the greatest power of all. Propaganda is just the natural upshot of the mimetic history of human speech. Language is built on deceptive foundations. It is as if the octopus had a language that evolved from its powers of mimicry; that language would have deception built into its foundations. Thus, the mimicry theory of meaning leads to the deception hypothesis. We have lying in our linguistic bones. Meaning is fundamentally unethical.[2]

[1] See my “Meaning Explained (Finally)”.

[2] This isn’t to say it can’t be ethical; it clearly can. Some of us are more ethical speakers than others. But the theory I am sketching awards pride of place to the deceptive powers of meaning: this is what recommended meaning to amoral natural selection—what gave speakers the edge in the fight for survival. It wasn’t that speaking could benefit other people (how would that help me?); it was that speaking served the speaker’s interests by allowing a measure of control over others. Crudely, speaking enables me to enlist you in my survival plans, by hook or by lying crook. The gene for meaning is a selfish gene, and lying is just one tool at its disposal (a particularly sharp one). Meaning is a device (an adaptation, a weapon) for misleading individuals with whom I am competing. No doubt this produced an evolutionary arms race in which humans tried to out-deceive each other linguistically. As it were, Shakespeare is the alpha male (Jane Austen is the alpha female). Insincerity is like a sharp tooth—good for getting your way in a ruthless world. Ethics pits itself against meaning, inter alia.

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Favorites

Favorites

Philosophy is difficult, a demanding mistress. I state the obvious. Who do I think responded best to its rigors? My top three are Thomas Nagel, Michael Ayers, and Bernard Suits—each in their different ways. They each managed to scale a high tree, swim in deep water, breathe a finer air. I won’t here summarize their contributions, but they are the three that have made the biggest impression on me. Historically, I nominate Descartes, Locke, Berkeley, Hume, and Reid—for obvious reasons. Iris Murdoch and Elizabeth Anscombe have had their moments, as have Peter Geach and Sydney Shoemaker. Brian O’Shaughnessy deserves a special mention.

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My Honest Views

My Honest Views

I think David Lewis was off his rocker, I think Donald Davidson was far too impressed by elementary logic and decision theory, I think Willard Quine was a mediocre logician with some philosophical side-interests, I think Daniel Dennett never understood philosophy, I think Michael Dummett was a dimwit outside of his narrow specializations, I think P.F. Strawson struggled to understand much of philosophy, I think Gilbert Ryle was a classicist who wanted philosophy gone by any means necessary, I think Gareth Evans had no philosophical depth, I think John Searle was too wedded to common sense, I think Jerry Fodor had no idea about philosophy and didn’t care, I think Saul Kripke was a mathematician with a passing interest in certain limited areas of philosophy, I think Hilary Putnam was a scientist-linguist who found philosophy incomprehensible, I think Ludwig Wittgenstein was a philosophical ignoramus too arrogant to learn some history, I think Bertrand Russell was only interested in skepticism, I think Gottlob Frege was a middling mathematician with no other philosophical interests, I think the positivists were well-meaning idiots, I think Edmund Husserl had no interest in anything outside his own consciousness, I think Martin Heidegger and John-Paul Sartre were mainly psychological politicians, I think John Austin was a scientifically illiterate language student, I think Noam Chomsky was neither a professional linguist nor a philosopher nor a psychologist but some sort of uneasy combination, I think the vast majority of current philosophers have no idea what philosophy is about and struggle to come to terms with it, I think philosophy has been a shambles since Descartes, I think Plato and Aristotle were philosophical preschoolers, I think no one has ever really grasped the nature of philosophical problems, I think the human brain is a hotbed of bad philosophy (and that is its great glory).

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A New Theory of Knowledge

A New Theory of Knowledge

Knowledge is the conscious impingement of the world on the soul. I don’t think we can do better than this after all these years: it captures the essence. Knowledge is the (conscious) impingement of the world on the soul. These are its conceptual ingredients. Forget true justified belief, or acquaintance, or perception, or certainty: knowledge is to be defined as reality consciously impinging on the soul. I can’t say it any more clearly without sliding into falsehood. The world impinges on the soul, consciously so, and when it does knowledge is the upshot. World, soul, consciousness, impingement—these are the elements that make up the concept of knowledge, neither more nor less.

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007

007

Beautiful Bond-girl to Bond: “So, 007, what is your name?”

Bond: “Bond, James Bond”.

Girl: “Ah, James Bond”.

Bond: “No, Bond James-Bond”.

Girl: “I see. Hello Mr. James-Bond. Or should I call you Bond?”.

Bond: “Bond would be fine. And what is your name?”

Girl: “Pussy, Pussy Galore”.

Bond: “Interesting—Pussy Galore”.

Girl: “No, it is Pu Sygalore, of the Sygalore family”.

Bond: “Yes, the Sygalores—I’ve heard of them. What should I call you Ms. Sygalore?”

Girl: “You can call me Pussy, everyone does”.

Bond: “And why is that Pussy?”

Girl: “Because of my magnificent vagina, of course.”

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Biography of Nabokov

Biography of Nabokov

I have just finished reading the first volume of Brain Boyd’s magisterial (there is no other word) biography of Nabokov. At 500 pages it covers only his years in Russia and other European countries. I have never felt so steeped in the great man, and I have been seriously steeped. I now know the length and shape of his toenails. I wrote to Professor Boyd (who is writing a biography of Karl Popper) just to exchange thoughts with a fellow Nabokovian of genuine distinction. I sent him my little essays on Lolita, which appear on this blog. We had a lively correspondence. What struck me with particular force was the remarkable combination of facets that compose Nabokov’s person and personality: tall, slender, handsome, Russian, multi-lingual, a poet, a playwright, a novelist, a lepidopterist, a boxer, a chess player, a tennis player, and a goalkeeper. Many men in one man. Is there any unity to be found there? If there is, it is not easily discernible. The closest common factor I can see is the aesthete—but of a broad kind. I see it in the writing, obviously, but also in the chess, tennis, butterflies, and even in the boxing and goal-keeping. I can’t think of a good parallel in other Great Men, but I sense some of it in myself: I too combine the athletic with the writerly without sensing any schism. I also had a fascination with butterflies as a boy (and still do: I am rearing some caterpillars now); I even enjoyed the martial arts in my younger days, particularly wrestling. But back to Nabokov: his vision, his dedication, his arrogance (add inverted commas), his uncompromising attitude, his loves and hates, his genius, his uniqueness. He packed a lot into one man, one life. He never wrote about himself in his fictional works, but it is easy to see him as a Nabokovian character—half human, half mythical, smooth, brittle, heroic, touchy, tough, not afraid of a fight, dreamy. He is a kind of good Humbert Humbert. I’m looking forward to reading the second volume of his biography, dealing with his American incarnation and the unleashing of Lolita.

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Inside the Baseline

Inside the Baseline

Most serious tennis players start their practice session with a few minutes of mini-tennis, i.e., hitting the ball softly within the service area. This gets you used to controlling the ball. I like to supplement this with what I call aggressive mini-tennis: hitting the ball as fast as you can within the service area but with enough spin to keep it in. The essence of this is that you are going to feel stupid if you hit hard and miss, so you have to adjust speed with spin to keep the ball down; most amateur players find it extremely difficult to do. It is a very demanding routine. I also like to do this by stepping back a few feet and doing the same thing at three-quarters court. Yesterday I was doing this with my tennis friends Robert and Jose. The next stage is to go back to just inside the baseline and hit with maximum depth and power—but without backing up, ever. This means you are hitting the ball at half-volley quite often, indeed quarter-volley; it even means you sometimes have to hit a full volley from just inside the baseline—not easy. Just for the hell of it I decided to hit with my partners this way the whole time, but they could step back as much as they liked. I was playing two guys simultaneously from inside the baseline. I noticed a few things. It is really nice to be that close in because you get better angles and have less distance to run forward (the drop shot is far less effective). You feel you have the edge. It isn’t all that difficult to do, just a matter of a couple of feet from normal positioning. Second, it is good practice for when you do step back. Third, it is possible to volley from that far back, which takes time away from the opponent. I wonder why players never adopt this strategy: they have gotten used to hugging the baseline and reaping the benefits, so why not go a step further? I plan to try it out more systematically. It is certainly intimidating to the opponent. No more backing up! Sure, you’re going to miss some, but it forces the opponent to go for deep shots, which results in long balls, and it also puts you automatically in charge of the rally. Everybody knows the advantages of rushing to the net for a volley; this is the same principle but practiced from the baseline. Is it just tennis convention that has held people back, literally? Since I now play with two hands, I will be doing this from inside the court—unorthodox.

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