While he thus ſpake, there came acloud, and ouerſhadowed them, ⁊ they feared, as they entred into thecloude.
1908, W[illiam] B[lair] M[orton] Ferguson, chapter IV, inZollenstein, New York, N.Y.:D. Appleton & Company,→OCLC:
So this was my future home, I thought![…]Backed by towering hills, the but faintly discernible purple line of the French boundary off to the southwest, a sky of palest Gobelin flecked with fat, fleecy littleclouds, it in truth looked a dear little city; the city of one's dreams.
Since the mid-1980s, when Indonesia first began to clear its bountiful forests on an industrial scale in favour of lucrative palm-oil plantations, “haze” has become an almost annual occurrence in South-East Asia. The cheapest way to clear logged woodland is to burn it, producing an acridcloud of foul white smoke that, carried by the wind, can cover hundreds, or even thousands, of square miles.
Anything which makes thingsfoggy orgloomy. Example:Theclouds were grey so James thought it was about to rain.
The place was horribly haunted byclouds of mosquitoes and every form of flying pest, so we were glad to find solid ground again and to make a circuit among the trees, which enabled us to outflank this pestilent morass, which droned like an organ in the distance, so loud was it with insect life.
Now we are liberal with our innermost secrets, spraying them into the public ether with a generosity our forebears could not have imagined. Where we once sent love letters in a sealed envelope, or stuck photographs of our children in a family album, now such private material is despatched to servers andclouds operated by people we don't know and will never meet.
2018,James Bridle,The New Dark Age: Technology and the End of the Future, Verso Books,→ISBN:
[…]thecloud could do this, it could do that. Thecloud could be powerful and intelligent. It became a business buzzword and a selling point.
2024 February 17, Tom Lamont, quotingMolly Crabapple, “‘Humanity’s remaining timeline? It looks more like five years than 50’: meet the neo-luddites warning of an AI apocalypse”, inThe Guardian[1],→ISSN:
“But there’s no fuckingcloud,” says Crabapple, “there’s other people’s computers. There are vast datacentres that are sucking up water and electricity and rare-earth metals, literally boiling up the planet[…]”
But when he found that some of his interrogatories were evaded, and others answered undecisively, the look of gentleness which he had assumed, vanished, and his brow wore thecloud of disappointment and of anger.
The onlycloud on their night was that injury to Rafael, who was followed off the pitch by his anxious brother Fabio as he was stretchered away down the tunnel.
One day too late, I fear me, noble lord, Hathclouded all thy happy days on earth.
1667,John Milton, “Book V”, inParadise Lost.[…], London:[…] [Samuel Simmons], and are to be sold by Peter Parker[…];[a]nd by Robert Boulter[…];[a]nd Matthias Walker,[…],→OCLC; republished asParadise Lost in Ten Books:[…], London: Basil Montagu Pickering[…],1873,→OCLC:
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c.800–825, Diarmait, Milan Glosses on the Psalms, published inThesaurus Palaeohibernicus (reprinted 1987, Dublin Institute for Advanced Studies), edited and with translations by Whitley Stokes and John Strachan, vol. I, pp. 7–483, Ml. 56b16
