Almost immediately, his train of thought takes unwelcome and chaotic turns — he compares it to being "stoned on bad, cheap dope" — and he experiences bizarre visual hallucinations. A breakfast menu on the night-stand changes languages to French, then Russian, then Italian, then a woodcut of a wolf eating a screaming boy's leg. The patterns on the wallpaper seems to shift and warp, and the room's pictures transform into grotesque parodies.