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{{a|negotiation|{{image|Nerf|gif|A young attorney experiencing deal fatigue yesterday.}}}}{{quote|
{{a|negotiation|{{image|Nerf|gif|A young attorney experiencing [[deal fatigue]] yesterday.}}}}{{quote|
As rivers are t’incontinence, so shall the [[Legal eagle|eagle]] cry:<br>
{{script|Triago}}: As rivers are t’incontinence, <br>
“In this gamy culvert, unchary shall I lie <br>
So shall mine [[Legal eagle|eagle]] cry:<br>
And thereupon, or in, if cruel gods will it, bravely die —” <br>
“In this forsaken ditch, <br>
Oh, pish and fie, nuncle! Your foe be scarce distracted <br>
Charily shall I lie <br>
By such dreary chatter: ’tis a pledge more oft profess’d <br>
And thereupon, or in — <br>
Than e’er enacted.
If cruel Gods will it, bravely die —” <br>
:—Shakespeare: ''King Edward Lear'', IV, ii}}{{d|Deal fatigue|/diːl fəˈtiːɡ/|n|}}
{{script|Nuncle}}: Oh, pish and fie, Sirrah! <br>
By such dreary chatter <br>
Your foes be scarce distracted: <br>
’Tis a pledge more oft profess’d <br>
Than e’er in life enacted.
:—{{buchstein}}: ''King Edward Lear'', IV, ii}}{{d|Deal fatigue|/diːl fəˈtiːɡ/|n|}}


The point at which an activity’s intrinsic [[tedium]] becomes so intolerable that it dawns on participants that the [[I'm not going to die in a ditch about it|ditch in which they have been stubbornly insisting they will die]] is really just a rut on the side of an ugly hill leading nowhere in particular, doesn’t look an especially comfortable place even to lie down in, let alone bid a final adieu to this fragile existence, and that there is more fun to be had threatening to die in ''other'' ditches, on other hills, on other days, by passing up the opportunity to ''actually'' die, today, in ''this'' one. This revelatory moment happens spontaneously for all concerned participants, and often at about the same time. Usually on a Friday in the middle of the afternoon.
The point at which an activity’s intrinsic [[tedium]] becomes so intolerable that it dawns on participants that the [[I'm not going to die in a ditch about it|ditch in which they have been stubbornly insisting they will die]] is really just a rut on the side of an ugly hill leading nowhere in particular, doesn’t look an especially comfortable place even to lie down in, let alone bid a final adieu to this fragile existence, and that there is more fun to be had threatening to die in ''other'' ditches, on other hills, on other days, by passing up the opportunity to ''actually'' die, today, in ''this'' one. This revelatory moment happens spontaneously for all concerned participants, and often at about the same time. Usually on a Friday in the middle of the afternoon.