from The American Heritage® Dictionary of the English Language, 4th Edition
- n. Greek Mythology One of the three Fates, the spinner of the thread of destiny.
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- proper n. Oecobius, a genus of arachnids, wall spiders.
- proper n. The youngest of the three Fates, or Moirae, daughter of Zeus and Themis; the spinner of the thread of life
from The Century Dictionary and Cyclopedia
- n. In zoology: A genus of mollusks.
- n. Agenus of tubitelarian spiders, of the family Agalenidœ: a synonym of Uroctea.
- n. A genus of venomous African serpents, of the family Viperidæ. C.
- n. A genus of humming-birds.
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- n. the Greek goddess of fate who spins the thread of life
She is named Durand's Clotho (_Clotho Durandi_, LATR.), in memory of him who first called attention to this particular Spider.
One, called Clotho, carries a spindle on which is wound flax.
Though the English loss was comparatively very small, the Clotho was a good deal exposed, and two men were killed -- one so close to Clarence that his clothes were splashed with blood.
The identities of "Clotho" and "Lachesis" cannot even be guessed at. [p. 122] 22.
It made no difference that I had been Exec under Andy Royce, the skipper of the "Clotho," the ship with the biggest confirmed kill in the entire Fleet Scouting Force.
"You think right, suh, an 'I daresay you are familiar with the classical names we three have adopted, bein' those of the Parcae - Lachesis, Clotho, an 'myself, Atropos - tho' I hope to convince you that those of the Eumenides would have been more fittin '."
There was no sign of Lachesis and Clotho, but Atropos was writing at the table, and Annette was on hand, stony-eyed but mighty jimp in a gown that seemed to consist of flowers and gauze.
Clotho saw it, for he called to Joe to look out, and the pistol was jammed into my back ... and all the while I could hear the morning traffic rumbling in the street far below the curtained windows, and the distant knocks of porters rousing guests
I didn't undervalue the choleric Colonel Clotho or the grim-voiced Lachesis, either; there was authority and purpose in the way they sat themselves down at either end of a table, the hooded heads facing me; from what the fat monster had said, the hidden faces must be well-known, to Americans at least.
I told him, and Clotho gave a muffled grunt, while Atropos let smoke trickle slowly out of his nostrils, and nodded over my head to Joe.