The funnel led to a carrousel of seventy-four quartz vials in its belly.

NEWYORKER: The Martian Chroniclers

The carrousel structure remains, tinged with the risks of a more treacherous age: A meets B, B meets C, and so on.

NEWYORKER: Chain of Desire

There was a carrousel, a stripy blur.

NEWYORKER: Sole Mate