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{{a|negotiation|[[File:Nerf.gif|450px|thumb|center|A young attorney experiencing deal fatigue yesterday.]] | {{a|negotiation|[[File:Nerf.gif|450px|thumb|center|A young attorney experiencing deal fatigue yesterday.]]}}{{quote| | ||
As rivers are t'incontinence, so shall the eagle cry:<br> | As rivers are t'incontinence, so shall the eagle cry:<br> | ||
“In this gamy culvert, unchary shall I lie <br> | “In this gamy culvert, unchary shall I lie <br> | ||
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By such dreary chatter: a pledge more oft profess’d <br> | By such dreary chatter: a pledge more oft profess’d <br> | ||
Than e’er enacted. | Than e’er enacted. | ||
:—Shakespeare: ''King Edward Lear'', IV, ii}} | :—Shakespeare: ''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. | ||