The registrar laughed to himself and then looked up thoughtfully at the endlessly turning fan.

It was a circle, turning upon itself endlessly.

The city hummed loudly, in the ear and in the mind, like the sound of a great engine, endlessly turning.

This may have been why Derrida could often become mannered and puerile, endlessly turning rebellion on itself.

A radar dish, turning endlessly, was dimly visible there.

We became a nation endlessly turning a camera on itself.

It's seconds, endlessly turning the maybe into the was.

After everyone was asleep, I would light candles and turn endlessly by candlelight in a dark studio.

There was no way of telling and life seemed a circle turning upon itself endlessly.

We all thought about the past, because it seemed like the present was just turning endlessly and slipping, like a cartwheel in the mud.