7
I would
really
like to haveslipped imperceptibly
into thislecture,
as into allthe others I shall be
delivering, perhaps
over the years ahead. I would havepreferred
to beenveloped
inwords,
borne waybeyond
allpossible begin- nings.
At the moment ofspeaking,
I would like to haveperceived
a namelessvoice, long preceding
me,leaving
memerely
to enmeshmyself
init, taking
up its
cadence,
and tolodge myself,
when no one waslooking,
in its inter- stices as if it hadpaused
aninstant,
in suspense, to beckon to me. There would have been nobeginnings: instead, speech
wouldproceed
from me, while I stood in itspath
- a slender gap - thepoint
of itspossible disappear-
ance.
Behind me, I should like to have heard
(having
been at itlong enough already, repeating
in advance what I am about to tellyou)
the voice ofMolloy, begin- ning
tospeak
thus: &dquo;I must go on; I can’t go on; I must go on; I must say words aslong
as there arewords,
I must say them untilthey
find me, untilthey
say me -heavy burden, heavy sin;
I must go on;maybe
it’s been donealready; maybe they’ve already
said me;maybe they’ve already
borne me tothe threshold of my story,
right
to the dooropening
onto my story; I’d besurprised
if itopened&dquo;.
A
good
manypeople,
Iimagine,
harbour a similar desire to be freed from theobligation
tobegin,
a similar desire to findthemselves, right
from theoutside,
on the other side of
discourse,
withouthaving
to stand outsideit, pondering
its
particular, fearsome,
and even devilish features. To this all too commonfeeling,
institutions have an ironicreply,
forthey
solemnisebeginnings,
sur-rounding
them with a circle of silentattention;
in order thatthey
can be dis-tinguished
from faroff, they impose
ritual forms upon them.Inclination
speaks
out: &dquo;I don’t want to have to enter thisrisky
world of* This lecture was delivered in French at the College de France on December 2nd, 1970.
The original French text has been published with the title L’ordre du discours (Paris, Galli- mard, 1971). The English translation is due to Rupert Swyer.
discourse;
I wantnothing
to do with it insofar as it is decisive andfinal;
I would like to feel it all around me, calm andtransparent, profound, infinitely
open, with others
responding
to myexpectations,
and truthsemerging,
oneby
one. All I want is to allowmyself
to be bornealong,
withinit,
andby it,
a
happy
wreck&dquo;. Institutionsreply:
&dquo;But you havenothing
to fear from laun-ching
out; we’re here to show you discourse is within the estabhshed order ofthings,
that we’ve waited along
time for itsarrival,
that aplace
has been setaside for it - a
place
which both honours and disarmsit;
and if it shouldhappen
to have a certain power, then it is we, and wealone,
whogive
it thatpower&dquo;.
Yet, maybe
this institution and this inclination are but two converse re-sponses to the same
anxiety: anxiety
as tojust
what discourseis,
when it is manifestedmaterially,
as a written orspoken object;
butalso, uncertainty
facedwith a
transitory existence,
destined for oblivion - at any rate, notbelonging
to us;
uncertainty
at thesuggestion
ofbarely imaginable
powers anddangers
behind this
activity,
however humdrum and grey it may seem;uncertainty
when we
suspect
theconflicts, triumphs, injuries,
dominations and enslave- ments that lie behind thesewords,
even whenlong
use haschipped
away theirrough edges.
What is so
perilous, then,
in the factpeople speak,
and that theirspeech proliferates?
Where is thedanger
in that?Here then is the
hypothesis
I want toadvance, tonight,
in order to fix theterrain - or
perhaps
the veryprovisional
theatre - within which I shall beworking.
I amsupposing
that in everysociety
theproduction
of discourseis at once
controlled, selected, organised
and redistributedaccording
to a cer-tain number of
procedures,
whose role is to avert its powers and itsdangers,
to cope with chance events, to evade its
ponderous,
awesomemateriality.
In a
society
such as our own we all know the rules of exclusioll. The most obvious and familiar of these concerns what isprohibited.
We knowperfectly
well that we are not free to say
just anything,
that we cannotsimply speak
of
anything,
when we like or where welike;
notjust
anyone,finally,
mayspeak
ofjust anything.
We have threetypes
ofprohibition, covering objects,
ritual with its
surrounding circumstances,
theprivileged
or exclusiveright
to
speak
of aparticular subject;
theseprohibitions interrelate,
reinforce andcomplement
eachother, forming
acomplex web, continually subject
to mod-ification. I will note
simply
that the areas where this web is mosttightly
woventoday,
where thedanger spots
are most numerous, are thosedealing
withpol-
itics and
sexuality.
It is asthough discussion,
far frombeing
atransparent,
neu- tralelement, allowing
us to disarmsexuality
and topacify politics,
were one ofthose
privileged
areas in whichthey
exercised some of their more awesomepowers. In appearance,
speech
may well be of little account, but theprohi-
bitions
surrounding
it soon reveal its links with desire and power. This should not be verysurprising,
forpsychoanalysis
hasalready
shown us thatspeech
is notmerely
the medium which manifests - or dissembles -desire;
. I ’tr ~ ,.:.,.&dquo;..! . ;, ’t ,..: .’&dquo;r! -’
it is also the
object
of desire.Similarly,
historians haveconstantly impressed
upon us that
speech
is no mere verbalisation of conflicts and systems ofdomination,
but that it is the veryobject
of man’s conflicts.But our
society
possesses yet anotherprinciple
ofexclusion;
not anotherprohibition,
but a division and arejection.
I have in mind theopposition:
reason and
folly.
From thedepths
of the MiddleAges,
a man was mad ifhis
speech
could not be said to formpart
of the common discourse of men.His words were considered nul and
void,
without truth orsignificance,
worthlessas
evidence,
inadmissible in the authentification of acts or contracts,incapable
even of
bringing
about transubstantiation - the transformation of bread into flesh - at Mass. And yet, in contrast to allothers,
his words were credited withstrange
powers, ofrevealing
some hiddentruth,
ofpredicting
thefuture,
ofrevealing,
in all theirnaivete,
what the wise were unable toperceive.
It iscurious to note that for
centuries,
inEurope,
the words of a madman wereeither
totally ignored
or else were taken as words of truth.They
either fell into a void -rejected
the momentthey
wereproferred
- or else men deci-phered
in them a naive orcunning
reason,rationality
more rational than that of a rational man. At all events, whether excluded orsecretly
invested with reason, the madman’sspeech
did notstrictly
exist. It wasthrough
his wordsthat one
recognised
the madness of themadman;
butthey
werecertainly
themedium within which this division became
active ; they
were neither heardnor remembered. No doctor before the end of the 18th
century
had everthought
oflistening
to the content - how it was said andwhy -
of these words ; andyet
it was these whichsignalled
the difference between reason and madness. Whatever a madmansaid,
it was taken for merenoise;
he was credited with wordsonly
in asymbolic
sense, in the theatre, in which hestepped forward,
unarmed andreconciled, playing
his role: that of masked truth.Of course
people
aregoing
to say all that is over and donewith,
or that it is in the process ofbeing
finishedwith, today;
that the madman’s words are nolonger
on the other side of thisdivision;
thatthey
are nolonger
nul andvoid, that,
on the contrary,they
alert us to the need to look for a sense behindthem,
for theattempt
at, or the ruins of some&dquo;oeuvre&dquo;;
we have even cometo notice these words of madmen in our own
speech,
in thosetiny
pauses whenwe
forget
what we aretalking
about. But all this is noproof
that the olddivision is not
just
as active asbefore;
we haveonly
to think of the systemsby
which wedecipher
thisspeech;
we haveonly
to think of the network of institutions established topermit
doctors andpsychoanalists
to listen to themad
and,
at the sametime, enabling
the mad to come andspeak,
or, indesper- ation,
to withhold their meagrewords;
we haveonly
to bear all this in mind to suspect that the old division isjust
as active as ever, even if it isproceeding along
different linesand,
via newinstitutions, producing
rather differenteffects. Even when the role of the doctor consists of
lending
an ear to thisfinally
liberatedspeech,
thisprocedure
still takesplace
in the context of ahiatus between listener and
speaker.
For he islistening
tospeech
investedwith
desire, crediting
itself - for itsgreater ;exultation
or for itsgreater anguish
- with terrible powers. If wetruly require
silence to cure monsters, then it must be an attentivesilence,
and it is in this that the divisionlingers.
It is
perhaps
a littlerisky
tospeak
of theopposition
between true and falseas a third system of
exclusion, along
with those I have mentionedalready.
How could one
reasonably
compare the constraints of truth with those otherdivisions, arbitrary
inorigin
if notdeveloping
out of historicalcontingency
-not
merely
modifiable but in a state of continualflux, supported by
a system of institutionsimposing
andmanipulating them, acting
not withoutconstraint,
nor without an
element,
atleast,
of violence?Certainly,
as aproposition,
the division between true and false is neitherarbitrary,
normodifiable,
norinstitutional,
nor violent.Putting
thequestion
in different terms, however -
asking
what hasbeen,
what stillis, throughout
our
discourse,
this will to truth which has survivedthroughout
so many centu- ries of ourhistory;
or if we ask whatis,
in its verygeneral form,
the kind of divisiongoverning
our will toknowledge -
then we may well discern some-thing
like a system of exclusion(historical, modifiable, institutionally
con-straining)
in the process ofdevelopment.
It
is, undoubtedly,
ahistorically
constituteddivision, For,
even with the 6th century Greekpoets,
true discourse - in themeaningful
sense -inspiring respect
and terror, to which all wereobliged
tosubmit,
because it held swayover all and was
pronounced by
men whospoke
as ofright, according
toritual,
meted outjustice
and attributed to each hisrightful share;
itprophesied
the
future,
notmerely announcing
what wasgoing
to occur, butcontributing
toits actual event,
carrying
menalong
with it and thusweaving
itself into the fabric of fate. Andyet,
acentury later,
thehighest
truth nolonger
residedin what discourse was, nor in what it did: it
lay
in what was said. Theday
dawned when truth moved over from the ritualised act -
potent
andjust
-of enunciation to settle on what was enunciated itself: its
meaning,
itsform,
its
object
and its relation to what it referred to. A divisionemerged
betweenHesiod and
Plato, separating
true discourse fromfalse;
it was a new divisionfor, henceforth,
true discourse was nolonger
consideredprecious
anddesirable,
since it had ceased to be discourse linked to the exercise of power. And so theSophists
were routed.This historical division has doubtless lent its
general
form to our will toknowledge.
Yet it has never ceasedshifting:
thegreat
mutations of science may well sometimes be seen to flow from somediscovery,
butthey
mayequally
be viewed as the appearance of new forms of the will to truth. In the 19th
century
there wasundoubtedly
a will to truthhaving nothing
todo,
in terms of the formsexamined,
of the fields to which it addresseditself,
nor thetechniques
upon which it was
based,
with the will toknowledge
which characterised classical culture.Going
back a little intime,
to the turn of the 16th and 17th centuries - andparticularly
inEngland -
a will toknowledge emerged which,
anticipating
itspresent
content, sketched out a schema ofpossible, observable,
measurable and classifiable
objects;
a will toknowledge
whichimposed
upon theknowing subject
- in some waystaking precedence
over allexperience
-a certain
position,
a certainviewpoint,
and a certain function(look
rather thanread, verify
rather thancomment),
a will toknowledge
whichprescribed (and,
more
generally speaking,
all instrumentsdetermined)
thetechnological
levelat which
knowledge
could beemployed
in order to be verifiable and useful(navigation, mining, pharmacopoeia). Everything
seems to have occurredas
though,
from the time of thegreat
Platonic divisiononwards,
the will to truth had its ownhistory,
which is not at all that of theconstraining
truths:the
history
of a range ofsubjects
to belearned,
thehistory
of the functions of theknowing subject,
thehistory
ofmaterial,
technical and instrumental investment inknowledge.
But this will to
truth,
like the othersystems
ofexclusion,
relies on institu-tional
support:
it is both reinforced andaccompanied by
whole strata ofpractices
such aspedagogy
-naturally
- thebook-system, publishing, libraries,
such as the learned societies in thepast,
and laboratoriestoday.
But it is
probably
even moreprofoundly accompanied by
the manner in whichknowledge
isemployed
in asociety,
the way in which it isexploited,
dividedand,
in some ways, attributed. It is worthrecalling
at thispoint,
ifonly symbolically,
the old Greekadage,
that arithmetic should betaught
in democ-racies,
for it teaches relations ofequality,
but that geometry alone should be reserved foroligarchies,
as it demonstrates theproportions
withininequality.
Finally,
I believe that this will toknowledge,
thus reliant upon institutionalsupport
anddistribution,
tends to exercise a sort of pressure, a power of con- straint upon other forms of discourse - I amspeaking
of our ownsociety.
I am
thinking
of the way Western literaturehas,
forcenturies, sought
to baseitself in nature, in the
plausible,
uponsincerity
and science - inshort,
upon true discourse. I amthinking,
too, of the way economicpractices,
codifiedinto precepts and
recipes
- asmorality,
too - havesought,
since the 18thcentury,
to foundthemselves,
to rationalise andjustify
their currency, in atheory
of wealth andproduction;
I amthinking, again,
of the manner inwhich such
prescriptive
ensembles as the Penal Code havesought
their basesor
justifications.
Forexample,
the Penal Code started out as atheory
ofRight; then,
from the time of the 19thcentury, people
looked for its validation insociological, psychological,
medical andpsychiatric knowledge.
It is asthough
the very words of the law had noauthority
in oursociety, except
insofar asthey
are derived from true discourse. Of the three greatsystems
of exclusiongoverning
discourse -prohibited words,
the division of madness and the will to truth - I havespoken
atgreatest length concerning
the third.With
good
reason: forcenturies,
the former havecontinually
tended toward thelatter;
because this lasthas, gradually,
beenattempting
to assimilate the others in order both tomodify
them and toprovide
them with a firm founda- tion.Because,
if the two former arecontinually growing
morefragile
andless certain to the extent that
they
are now invadedby
the will totruth,
thelatter,
in contrast,daily
grows instrength,
indepth
andimplacability.
And
yet
wespeak
of it least. Asthough
the will to truth and its vicissi- tudes were maskedby
truth itself and its necessaryunfolding.
The reasonis
perhaps
this:if,
since the time of theGreeks,
true discourse nolonger
re-sponds
to desire or to that which exercises power in the will totruth,
in the will tospeak
out in truediscourse, what, then,
is atwork,
if not desire andpower?
Truediscourse,
liberatedby
the nature of its form from desire and power, isincapable
ofrecognising
the will to truth whichpervades it;
and the will totruth, having imposed
itself upon us for solong,
is such that the truth it seeks to reveal cannot fail to mask it.Thus, only
one truth appears before our eyes:wealth, fertility
and sweetstrength
in all its insidiousuniversality.
In contrast, we are unaware of theprodigious machinery
of the will totruth,
with its vocation of exclusion. All thosewho,
at one moment or another in ourhistory,
haveattempted
to remouldthis will to truth and to turn it
against
truth at that verypoint
where truth undertakes tojustify
thetaboo,
and to definemadness;
allthose,
from Nietz- sche to Artaud andBataille,
must now stand as(probably haughty) signposts
for all our future work.
There are, of course, many other
systems
for the control and delimitation of discourse. Those I havespoken
of up to now are, to some extent, active .on the
exterior; they
function assystems
ofexclusion; they
concern thatpart
of discourse which deals with power and desire.I believe we can isolate another group : internal
rules,
where discourse exercises its owncontrol ;
rules concerned with theprinciples
ofclassification, ordering
and distribution. It is asthough
we were now involved in the mastery of another dimension of discourse : that of events and chance.In the first
place,
commentary. I suppose,though
I am notaltogether
sure, there is
barely
asociety
without itsmajor narratives, told,
retold andvaried; formulae,
texts, ritualised texts to bespoken
in well-defined circum- stances ;things
said once, and conserved becausepeople suspect
some hiddensecret or wealth lies buried within. In
short,
Isuspect
one could find a kind ofgradation
between differenttypes
of discourse within most societies: discourse&dquo;uttered&dquo; in the course of the
day
and in casualmeetings,
and whichdisappears
with the very act which gave rise to
it;
and those forms of discourse that lieat the
origins
of a certain number of new verbal acts, which arereiterated,
transformed ordiscussed;
inshort,
discourse which isspoken
and remainsspoken, indefinitely, beyond
itsformulation,
and which remains to bespoken.
We know them in our own cultural
system: religious
orjuridical
texts, as wellas some curious texts, from the
point
of view of their status, which we term&dquo;literary&dquo; ;
to a certain extent, scientific texts also.What is clear is that this gap is neither
stable,
nor constant, nor absolute.There is no
question
of therebeing
onecategory,
fixed for alltime,
reserved for fundamental or creativediscourse,
and another for those whichreiterate,
expound
and comment. Not a fewmajor
texts become blurred anddisap-
pear, and commentaries sometimes come to occupy the former
position.
Butwhile the details of
application
may wellchange,
the function remains the same, and theprinciple
ofhierarchy
remains at work. The radical denial of thisgradation
can never beanything
butplay, utopia
oranguish. Play,
asBorges
uses the term, in the form of commentary that isnothing
more thanthe reappearance, word for word
(though
this time it is solemn andanticipated)
of the text commented on; or
again,
theplay
of a work of criticismtalking endlessly
about a work that does not exist. It is alyrical
dream of talkreborn, utterly
afresh andinnocent,
at eachpoint; continually
reborn in all itsvigour,
stimulatedby things, feelings
orthoughts. Anguish,
such asthat of Janet when
sick,
for whom the least utterance sounded as the &dquo;word of theEvangelist&dquo;, concealing
an inexhaustible wealth ofmeaning, worthy
to be
broadcast, rebegun,
commented uponindefinitely:
&dquo;When Ithink&dquo;,
he said onreading
orlistening;
&dquo;When I think of thisphrase, continuing
itsjourney through eternity,
whileI, perhaps,
haveonly incompletely
understoodit...&dquo; I
But who can fail to see that this would be to annul one of the terms of the
relationship
eachtime,
and not to suppress therelationship
itself? A relation-ship
in continual process ofmodification;
arelationship taking multiple
anddiverse forms in a
given epoch: juridical exegesis
is very different - and has been for along
time - fromreligious
commentary; asingle
work of literaturecan
give rise, simultaneously,
to several distincttypes
of discourse. TheOdyssey,
as aprimary
text, isrepeated
in the sameepoch,
in Berand’s transla-tion,
in infinite textualexplanations
and inJoyce’s Ulysses.
For the time
being,
I would like to limitmyself
topointing
outthat,
in whatwe
generally
refer to as commentary, the difference betweenprimary
text andsecondary
textplays
twointerdependent
roles. On the onehand,
itpermits
us to create new discourses ad infinitum: the
top-heaviness
of theoriginal
text,its permanence, its status as discourse ever
capable
ofbeing brought
up todate,
themultiple
or hiddenmeanings
with which it iscredited,
the reticence and wealth it is believed tocontain,
all this creates an openpossibility
fordiscussion. On the other
hand,
whatever thetechniques employed,
commen-tary’s only
role is tosay finally,
what hassilently
been articulateddeep
down.It must - and the
paradox
isever-changing yet inescapable
- say, for the firsttime,
what hasalready
beensaid,
andrepeat tirelessly
what was, neverthe-less,
never said. The infiniterippling
of commentary isagitated
from withinby
the dream of maskedrepetition:
in the distance thereis, perhaps, nothing
other than what was there at the
point
ofdeparture : simple
recitation. Com-mentary
averts the chance element of discourseby giving
it its due: itgives
usthe
opportunity
to saysomething
other than the textitself,
but on conditionthat it is the text itself which is uttered
and,
in some ways, finalised. The openmultiplicity,
thefortuitousness,
istransferred, by
theprinciple
of commentary, from what is liable to be said to thenumber,
theform,
the masks and thecircumstances of
repetition.
Thenovelty
lies nolonger
in what is~aid, but
circumstances of
repetition.
Thenovelty
lies nolonger
in what issaid,
but in its reappearance.I believe there is another
principle
ofrarefaction, complementary
to the first : the author.Not,
of course, the author in the sense of the individual who delivered thespeech
or wrote the text inquestion,
but the author as theunifying principle
in aparticular
group ofwritings
or statements,lying
at theorigins
oftheir
significance,
as the seat of their coherence. Thisprinciple
is not constant at all times. All around us, there aresayings
and texts whosemeaning
oreffectiveness has
nothing
to do with any author to whomthey might
be attri-buted : mundane
remarks, quickly forgotten;
orders and contracts that aresigned,
but have norecognisable author;
technicalprescriptions anonymously
transmitted. But even in those fields where it is normal to attribute a work to an author -
literature, philosophy,
science - theprinciple
does notalways play
the samerole;
in the order of scientificdiscourse,
it was,during
the MiddleAges, indispensable
that a scientific text be attributed to anauthor,
for the author was the index of the work’s truthfulness. Aproposition
was held toderive its scientific value from its author. But since the 17th century this func- tion has been
steadily declining;
itbarely
survives now, save togive
a name toa
theorem,
aneffect,
anexample
or asyndrome.
Inliterature, however,
and from about the sameperiod,
the author’s function has becomesteadily
moreimportant. Now,
we demand of all thosenarratives,
poems, dramas and comedies which circulatedrelatively anonymously throughout
the MiddleAges,
whence
they
come, and wevirtually
insistthey
tell us who wrote them. Weask authors to answer for the
unity
of the workspublished
in their names; weask that
they reveal,
or at leastdisplay
the hidden sensepervading
theirwork;
weask them to reveal their
personal lives,
to account for theirexperiences
and thereal
story
that gave birth to theirwritings.
The author is he whoimplants,
into the troublesomelanguage
offiction,
itsunities,
itscoherence,
its links withreality.
I know what
people
aregoing
to say: &dquo;But there you arespeaking
of theauthor in the same way as the critic reinvents him after he is dead and
buried,
when we are left with no more than a
tangled
mass ofscrawlings.
Of course,then you have to
put
a little order into what isleft,
you have toimagine
astructure, a
cohesion,
the sort of theme youmight expect
to arise out of an author’s consciousness or hislife,
even if it is a little fictitious. But all that cannotget
away from the fact the authorexisted, irrupting
into the midst of all the wordsemployed, infusing
them with hisgenius,
or his chaos&dquo;.Of course, it would be ridiculous to
deny
the existence of individuals whowrite,
and invent. But I thinkthat,
for sometime,
atleast,
the individualwho sits down to write a text, at the
edge
of which lurks apossible
c~uvre,resumes the functions of the author. What he writes and does not
write,
what he sketches out, evenpreliminary
sketches for thework,
and what hedrops
assimple
mundaneremarks,
all thisinterplay
of differences isprescribed by
theauthor-function. It is from his new
position,
as anauthor,
that he will fashion- from all he
might
havesaid,
from all he saysdaily,
at any time - the stillshaky profile
of his ceuvre.Commentary
limited the hazards of discoursethrough
the action of anidentity taking
the form ofrepetition
and sameness. The authorprinciple
limits this same chance element
through
the action of anidentity
whose formis that of
individuality
and the I.But we have to
recognise
anotherprinciple
of limitation in what wecall,
notsciences,
but&dquo;disciplines&dquo;.
Here isyet
anotherrelative,
mobileprinciple,
onewhich enables us to construct, but within a narrow framework.
The
organisation
ofdisciplines
isjust
as muchopposed
to thecommentary-
_principle
as it is to that of the author.Opposed
to that of theauthor,
becausedisciplines
are definedby
groups ofobjects, methods,
their corpus of propo- sitions considered to be true, theinterplay
of rules anddefinitions,
of techni- ques and tools: all these constitute a sort of anonymous system,freely
availableto whoever
wishes,
or whoever is able to make use ofthem,
without therebeing
anyquestion
of theirmeaning
or theirvalidity being
derived from whoeverhappened
to invent them. But theprinciples
involved in the formation ofdisciplines
areequally opposed
to that ofcommentary.
In adiscipline,
unlikein
commentary,
what issupposed
at thepoint
ofdeparture
is not somemeaning
which must be
rediscovered,
nor anidentity
to bereiterated;
it is that which isrequired
for the construction of new statements. For adiscipline
toexist,
there must be thepossibility
offormulating
- and ofdoing
so ad infinitum - freshpropositions.
But there is more, and there is more,
probably,
in order that there may be less. Adiscipline
is not the sum total of all the truths that may be utteredconcerning something;
it is not even the total of all that may beaccepted, by
virtue of some
principle
of coherence andsystematisation, concerning
somegiven
fact orproposition.
Medicine does not consist of all that may betruly
said about
disease ; botany
cannot be definedby
the sum total of the truths onecould say about
plants.
There are two reasons forthis,
the firstbeing
thatbotany
andmedicine,
like otherdisciplines,
consist of errors as well astruths,
errors that are in no way
residuals,
orforeign bodies,
buthaving
their ownpositive
functions and their own validhistory,
such that their roles are oftenindissociable from that of the truths. The other reason is
that,
for a propo- sition tobelong
tobotany
orpathology,
it must fulfil certainconditions,
in a stricter and morecomplex
sense than that of pure andsimple
truth: at any rate, other conditions. Theproposition
must refer to aspecific
range ofobjects;
from the end of the 17th
century,
forexample,
aproposition,
to be&dquo;botanical&dquo;,
had to be concerned with the visible structure ofplants,
with itssystem
ofclose,
and not so close resemblances or with the behaviour of itsfluids; (but
itcould no
longer retain,
as had still been the case in the 16thcentury,
refer-ences to its
symbolic
value or to the virtues andproperties
accorded it inantiquity).
But withoutbelonging
to anydiscipline,
aproposition
isobliged
to utilize
conceptual
instruments andtechniques
of a well-definedtype;
fromthe 19th
century onwards,
aproposition
was nolonger
medical - it became&dquo;non-medical&dquo;, becoming
more of an individualfantasy
or item ofpopular imagery -
if itemployed metaphorical
orqualitative
terms or notions of essence(congestion,
fermentedliquids,
dessicatedsolids);
in return, it could - it had to -appeal
toequally metaphorical notions, though
constructed accord-ing
to a different functional andphysiological
model(concerning irritation,
inflamation or thedecay
oftissue).
But there is morestill,
for in order tobelong
to adiscipline,
aproposition
must fit into a certaintype
of theoretical field. Suffice it to recall that thequest
forprimitive language,
aperfectly accept-
able theme up to the 18thcentury,
wasenough,
in the second half of the 19th century, to throw any discourseinto,
I hesitate to say error, but intoa world of chimera and reverie - into pure and
simple linguistic
mons-trosity.
Within its own
limits,
everydiscipline recognises
true and falsepropositions,
but it
repulses
a wholeteratology
oflearning.
The exterior of a science isboth more, and
less, populated
than onemight
think:certainly,
there is imme-diate
experience, imaginary
themesbearing
on andcontinually accompanying
immemorial
beliefs;
butperhaps
there are no errors in the strict sense of the term, for error canonly
emerge and be identified within a well-defined process;there are monsters on the
prowl, however,
whose forms alter with thehistory
of
knowledge.
Inshort,
aproposition
must fulfil some onerous andcomplex
conditions before it can be admitted within a
discipline;
before it can be pro- nounced true or false it mustbe,
as MonsieurCanguilhem might
say, &dquo;within the true&dquo;.People
have often wondered how on earth19th-century
botanists and biolo-gists managed
not to see the truth of Mendel’s statements. But it wasprecisely
because Mendelspoke
ofobjects, employed
methods andplaced
himself withina theoretical
perspective totally
alien to thebiology
of his time. Butthen,
Naudin had
suggested
thathereditary
traits constituted aseparate
element beforehim;
andyet,
however novel or unfamiliar theprinciple
may havebeen,
it was neverthelessreconcilable,
ifonly
as anenigma,
withbiological
discourse.Mendel,
on the otherhand,
announced thathereditary
traits constituted anabsolutely
newbiological object,
thanks to a hitherto untried system of fil-trage :
he detached them fromspecies,
from the sextransmitting them,
the field in which he observedbeing
thatinfinitely
open series ofgenerations
inwhich
hereditary
traits appear anddisappear
with statisticalregularity.
Herewas a new
object, calling
for newconceptual tools,
and for fresh theoretical foundations. Mendelspoke
thetruth,
but he was not dans le vrai(within
the
true)
ofcontemporary biological
discourse: itsimply
was notalong
suchlines that
objects
andbiological concepts
were formed. A wholechange
inscale,
thedeployment
of atotally
new range ofobjects
inbiology
wasrequired
before Mendel could enter into the true and his
propositions
appear for the mostpart,
exact. Mendel was a true monster, so much so that science couldnot even