Abstract

“Said is missaid,” Samuel Beckett declares in his 1981 “Worstward Ho.”1 This is an inflammatory condensation of Ludwig Wittgenstein’s paradoxically vindicating retraction of the argument of the Tractatus: “My propositions elucidate insofar as he who understands me recognizes them finally as senseless, when he has climbed through them—on them—over them..”2Said is missaid because, as Wittgenstein shows in a book Beckett owned in two German editions and one English translation, saying cannot say itself: “No proposition can say anything about itself, because the propositional sign cannot be contained in..