Clatter used in a sentence

Clatter in a sentence as a noun

You don't hear the switches, but you do hear the clatter of the plastic at that point.

Earplugs [4,5]My dogs feat clitter clatter across our hard wood floors.

Better to put the clatter in the tooltips than to let them always be in your users way.

He drifted whilst holding a ball bearing above a plate so when he went, the ball would clatter on the plate.

It will be as anachronistic as wanting to hear horse hoof clatter and the whip of a buggy whip.

A loud clatter of gunk music flooded through the Heart of Gold cabin as Zaphod searched the sub-etha radio wave bands for news of himself.

> A loud clatter of gunk music flooded through the Heart of Gold cabin as Zaphod searched the sub-etha radio wave bands for news of himself.

"A loud clatter of gunk music flooded through the Heart of Gold cabin as Zaphod searched the sub-etha radio wavebands for news of himself.

A loud clatter of gunk music flooded through the Heart of Gold cabin as Zaphod searched the sub-etha radio wavebands for news of himself.

Clatter in a sentence as a verb

It's actually not that noisy normally, just the clatter of keyboards.... until there are problems with something, then it can become pretty active.

I apologize in advance for the emotional and vague speech but the American democracy is an apparatus built to aimlessly move some rusty wheels and clatter about just nosily enough to give off the appearance of some kind of work being done.

[...]The CDI's horsepower rating is modest—201 at 4200 rpm, 20 less than the gasoline engine [...]With its heavy-duty cast-iron engine block—a diesel trait that hasn't changed much over the years—plus extra sound damping, the E320 CDI weighs in at just over two tons, 219 pounds more than the gas E320 we tested last year [...]Diesel clatter?

Admittedly a pool table is probably on the extreme end of examples I could have given; been fortunate enough that in both places that actually did have a billiards table-they had dedicated game rooms so the clatter of a cue-ball breaking and scattering balls against each other was well contained.

It seems to me that Sabre et al are all overly complex, left over from the days when you had to physically go to a travel agent's office to watch them clatter incantations into a monochrome terminal as they manually assembled your itinerary...The amount of complexity and arbitrage that goes on in selling plane tickets today is just nuts.

"Mike Gamerland: "Following this model, you would suggest we all pick a niche market, identify ourselves as someone we are not, with experience and expertise we don’t have and sell products to people who, by the very nature of the market – would find it difficult if not impossible to know the truth... So - instead of identifying expertise and raising it above the clatter of the girl 'who would love to talk to me now' and the 'banker from Africa – who can make me millions,' I am stuck with more liars working to get money from me.

Twas the night before Christmas and all through the stackNot a pointer was dangling, the place was a hackThe coders were all zonkered and crashed out on couchesWith their screens all dimmed out and hands on their mousesAnd I in my Code Monkey Shirt, and Maw in her capHad just settled down for a long winter's napWhen out on the quad there arose such a clatterI sprang to the window to see what's the matterWhen what to my wondering eyes did appearBut PG riding a sleigh, and giving out free gear!That's all I got folks -- it's late and time to do the dad duties before sacking out.

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the LAN\n No malware was stirring, not even LoveSan;\n The firewalls were racked by the router with care,\n In hopes that no hacker soon would be there;\n \n The users were nestled all snug in their beds,\n While visions of emails danced in their heads;\n And me with my MacBook, and fresh packet cap,\n Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,\n \n When out from the pager there arose such a clatter,\n I sprang to my desk to see what was the matter.\n Away to the browser I flew like a flash,\n Came through the VPN and refreshed the cache.\n \n The sign on the certificate gave me to know\n The session was safe, so I opened it - Lo!\n When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,\n But a miniature email, and in text that was clear,\n \n With a new device driver, with a quick "** ** **",\n I knew in a moment it was our CSO.\n More rapid than eagles his memos they came,\n And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;\n \n "Now, firewall!