Motley vs Brindled - What's the difference?
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Comprising greatly varied elements, to the point of incongruity; heterogeneous.
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*:Carried somehow, somewhither, for some reason, on these surging floods, were these travelers,. Even such a boat as the Mount Vernon offered a total deck space so cramped as to leave secrecy or privacy well out of the question, even had the motley and democratic assemblage of passengers been disposed to accord either.
Having many colours; variegated.
An incongruous mixture.
A jester's multicoloured clothes.
(by extension) A jester; a fool.
* 1598 , , III. iii. 71:
* 1609 , :
of a brownish, tawny or gray colour, with streaks or spots; streaky, spotted
* 1725 , Pope, Odyssey (translation),
* 1853 , Melville,
* 1862 , Thoreau,
* 1904 , Arthur Conan Doyle, ‘The Adventure of Black Peter’ (Norton 2005, p.982)
Motley is a related term of brindled.
As adjectives the difference between motley and brindled
is that motley is comprising greatly varied elements, to the point of incongruity; heterogeneous while brindled is of a brownish, tawny or gray colour, with streaks or spots; streaky, spotted.As a noun motley
is an incongruous mixture.motley
English
Adjective
(en adjective)Noun
(en noun)- Will you be married, motley ?
- Alas, 'tis true, I have gone here and there, / And made myself a motley to the view,
brindled
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Adjective
(en adjective)- The palace in a woody vale they found,
- High raised of stone; a shaded space around;
- Where mountain wolves and brindled lions roam,
- (By magic tamed,) familiar to the dome.
- All round me were tokens of a divided empire. The old grass and the new grass were striving together. In the low wet swales the verdure peeped out in vivid green ; beyond, on the mountains, lay light patches of snow, strangely relieved against their russet sides; all the humped hills looked like brindled kine in the shivers.
- Apples, these I mean, unspeakably fair [...] - some brindled with deep red streaks like a cow, or with hundreds of fine blood-red rays running regularly from the stem-dimple to the blossom-end, like meridional lines, on a straw-colored ground, [...]
- And there, in the middle of it was the man himself—his face twisted like a lost soul in torment, and his great brindled beard stuck upwards in his agony.