Word: tedium
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...politics. I like politics, but it is not all good. The tedium of repetitive public appearances, dashing madly from one community to another, receiving lines, receptions, begging for contributions?none of those things are attractive or enjoyable to me. Dealing with issues and making decisions, planning a campaign, the direct relation with voters?those elements of politics I enjoy...
...women in A Bloodsmoor Romance seem to do most is knit, embroider and crochet. So assiduous is one character that she produces an antimacassar "somewhat above the conventional in length, being 1,358 yards, or some three-quarters of a mile .. ."-the perfect symbol for the futility and tedium of Oates' novel. -By Patricia Blake
...women managing prisons are generally not sadists, and the ordinary, lawful discipline at their disposal is great. Withholding privileges such as weekly phone calls or Monday Night Football is, amid the blank, shuffling tedium of prison life, no small punishment. For more intractable violators, officials can lengthen prison terms by docking "good time," the sentence-shortening days an inmate earns for obedience. Or they may place troublemaking prisoners in some form of solitary confinement...
...Bagnold added another dimension, which she once spoke of in a 1956 interview: "How boldly we waste our time-when we know there is so little of it. How we know nothing-and would rather garden than think of it. How the slightest diversion makes one fling off the tedium of contemplating God. Life is wasted and flung away hourly in expectation. The days run by, decoyed by it. Even in getting up, we expect breakfast. Then there is Monday . .. and Saturday ... and Christmas ... There is a continual tiny date with activity. Or-if we are left in a pool...
...major general's eight wonky daughters. "I would have died before I let my understudy take over onstage," she says. "Not that I begrudged her a chance to shine before an audience, but it was my part." Now she is preserving it against the fender-gluing tedium of film making, with its rhythm of endless delays. Between takes on the set, she hikes her white Victorian hobble skirt up to her knees so that she can sit down in it, finds her place in Henry James' Portrait of a Lady, and until a hand appears between page...