I'm getting really fond of the room in spite of the wallpaper. perhaps because of the wallpaper. it dwells in my mind so! i lie here on this great immovable bed—it is nailed down, i believe—and follow that pattern about by the hour. it is as good as gymnastics, i assure you. i start, we'll say, at the bottom, down in the corner over there where it has not been touched, and i determine for the thousandth time that i will follow that pointless pattern to some sort of a conclusion. i know a little of the principle of design, and i know this thing was not arranged on any laws of radiation, or alternation, or repetition, or symmetry, or anything else that i ever heard of. what does the description in bold of the character's reaction to her setting reveal about her? she has a great sense of style and decorating. she has a positive attitude about her situation. she is unhealthily obsessed with the wallpaper. she needs some nice peace and quiet to rest.