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Blather \Blath"er\ (bl[a^][th]"[~e]r), v. i. & t. [imp. & p. p. Blathered; p. pr. & vb. n. Blathering.] [Written also blether.] [Icel. bla[eth]r

  1. Cf. Blatherskite.] To talk foolishly, or nonsensically, or concerning matters of no consequence.
    --G. Eliot.

    Syn: babble, smatter, blether, blither.


Blather \Blath"er\, n. [Written also blether.] Voluble, foolish, or nonsensical talk; -- often in the pl.
--Hall Caine.


n. (cx especially northern England Scotland Northern Ireland English) (alternative spelling of blather English) vb. (cx especially northern England Scotland Northern Ireland English) (alternative spelling of blather English)

  1. n. idle or foolish and irrelevant talk [syn: prate, prattle, idle talk, chin music]

  2. v. to talk foolishly; "The two women babbled and crooned at the baby" [syn: babble, blather, smatter, blither]

Usage examples of "blether".

Jeanie herself was the bonniest lassie in the whole town, but light-headed, and fonder of outgait and blether in the causey than was discreet of one of her uncertain parentage.

Whoever has heard it scolding and chattering in a ridiculous rage at a strange footstep will not wonder at the Scotch name of Blethering Jock.

And no damned quack blethering a lot of scientific nonsense will convince me otherwise.

They'd bandied about possibilities, but Dageus was getting blethering weary of possibilities.

If he'd had any guts, he'd have stuck it out alone on the island, instead of blethering about it to the two of us.

They got blethering, small-talk and smiles, with maybe even a hint of mutual flirting, and soon blew the gallery for a pub round the corner.

People who'd barely got along fifteen years ago were blethering away like the closest friends.

How can I walk around all these years thinking I know you, only to find out I don't know a blethering thing about you?

I could milk Miss Fothergill (if such a term may be applied to a woman whose breasts looked like a couple of empty wallets hanging on her chest) for as long as she lived, flattering her, listening to her blethers, and charging her inordinate fees.

She's daft about that long, false, fleeching beggar of a father of hers, and red-mad about the Gregara, and proscribed names, and King James, and a wheen blethers.

And now daft Dougal blethering on about Asian and his noble sacrifice, and the Tanu on my High Table deciding it's Marc Remillard who's the Adversary that will set off the Nightfall War.