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Updated: June 18, 2025
Clotho attended the Spread Board; the can-minders coiling away the sliver, stood for Lachesis; while in the spinners, who cut the thread when the bobbin was full, Estelle found Atropos, the goddess of the shears. Mr. Best, grown grizzled, but active still and with no immediate thoughts of retirement, observed the operations of the new spinner at the Twist Frame.
'Destiny is eternal and irresistible, replied Clotho. 'All is ordained; but man is, nevertheless, master of his own actions. 'I do not understand that, said Proserpine. 'It is not meant to be understood, said Atropos; 'but you must nevertheless believe it. 'I make it a rule only to believe what I understand, replied Proserpine.
'And whatever we may feel, observed the considerate Atropos, 'I think, my dear girls, you had better restrain yourselves. 'And what sort of thing is she? inquired Tisiphone, with a shriek. 'I have heard that she is lovely, answered Clotho. 'Indeed, it is impossible to account for the affair in any other way. ''Tis neither possible to account for nor to justify it, squeaked Megæra.
Were any one to tell us of a chick which, for seven or eight months on end, kept itself in condition for running, always fit, always brisk, without taking the least beakful of nourishment from the day when it left the egg, we could find no words strong enough to express our incredulity. Now this paradox of activity maintained without the stay of food is realized by the Clotho Spider and others.
The mythological Clotho, niggardly with her silk and lavish with her coarse flocks, spins us a harsh existence; the eight-legged Clotho uses naught but exquisite silk. She works for herself; the other works for us, who are hardly worth the trouble. Would we make her acquaintance?
Here, too, lived the three Fates, always spinning the threads of men’s lives; Clotho held the distaff, Lachesis drew out the thread, and Atropos with her shears cut it off when the man was to die. And, though Jupiter was mighty, nothing could happen but by Fate, which was stronger than he. You remember the Titans who rebelled against Jupiter.
The Mason Mygale is no safer in her burrow, with its lid undistinguishable from the soil and moving on a hinge, than is the Clotho in her tent, which is inviolable by any enemy ignorant of the device. The Clotho, when in danger, runs quickly home; she opens the chink with a touch of her claw, enters and disappears.
To this suggestion the Clotho undertakes to make reply. Like the Lycosa, she lives with her family; but the Clotho is separated from them by the walls of the cells in which the little ones are hermetically enclosed. In this condition, the transmission of solid nourishment becomes impossible.
Clotho spun the glowing threads, and Lachesis wove them, as you observe, in curious patterns, very marvelous to see: but when I am done with these stuffs there will be no more color or beauty or strangeness anywhere apparent than in so many dishclouts." "Now I perceive," says Jurgen, "that your power and dominion is more great than any other power which is in the world."
They were the Fates, deities whose duty it was to thread the days of all mortals who appeared on earth, were it but for an instant. Clotho, the spinner of the thread of life, was the eldest of the three. She held in her hand a distaff, wound with black and white woollen yarn, with which were sparingly intermixed strands of silk and gold.
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