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{{a|work|}}There is a certain sort of [[legal eagle]] who can’t help over-reaching, thrusting into what should be workaday draft, some kind of nuclear capability which, she assumes, just — [[for the avoidance of doubt]] — vouchsafes with absolute certainty a state of affairs about which little doubt in the first place existed, but does it in a way calculated — nay, ''guaranteed'' — to raise the hackles of her opposite number, who will then feel no option but to argue the toss.
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}}There is a certain sort of [[legal eagle]] who can’t help over-reaching, thrusting into what should be workaday draft, some kind of nuclear capability which, she assumes, just — [[for the avoidance of doubt]] — vouchsafes with absolute certainty a state of affairs about which little doubt in the first place existed, but does it in a way calculated — nay, ''guaranteed'' — to raise the hackles of her opposite number, who will then feel no option but to argue the toss.


This is rather like wandering around the high-school hop with a “kick me!” sticker on your backside. Except it is a “[[negotiate me!]]” sticker, and you wear it on your forehead.
This is rather like wandering around the high-school hop with a “kick me!” sticker on your backside. Except it is a “[[negotiate me!]]” sticker, and you wear it on your forehead.

Revision as of 15:52, 25 June 2021

Office anthropology™
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There is a certain sort of legal eagle who can’t help over-reaching, thrusting into what should be workaday draft, some kind of nuclear capability which, she assumes, just — for the avoidance of doubt — vouchsafes with absolute certainty a state of affairs about which little doubt in the first place existed, but does it in a way calculated — nay, guaranteed — to raise the hackles of her opposite number, who will then feel no option but to argue the toss.

This is rather like wandering around the high-school hop with a “kick me!” sticker on your backside. Except it is a “negotiate me!” sticker, and you wear it on your forehead.

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