A soldier named Donald Iasillo once wrote to “Playboy,” thanking the magazine
for saving his life.
His utterance was something like,
i. “Playboy” saved my life.
What was the implicature?
Whatever the implicature was, Iasillo is being sort of Griceianly complex. As
he goes on to note in his letter:
ii. As it happens, an issue of “Playboy,” folded in my chest pocket,
prevented a bullet from entering my heart.
Is this what Grice would call a ‘disimplicature’?
Iasillo goes on:
iii. Usually for reasons other than its value as armour plate,
“Playboy” is by far the biggest morale booster in Vietnam.
iv. For this, we all thank you.