“Switters turned from the misty void and was instantly confronted with
its opposite: namely, a well-defined object of lurid coloration. It was
the pumpkin, only its orangeness had become so intense it seemed to be
undergoing spontaneous combustion right there on the library table.
Switters didn’t know whether to reach for a fire extinguisher or fall
down and worship. The thing was blazing—and spinning, as well. At
least, it appeared to be, for minute or two. He blinked and rubbed his
eyes. Then he remembered.
    He had forgotten about ingesting the XTC. It was starting to come on, and come on strong.”

—Tom Robbins, Fierce Invalids Home From Hot Climates, 2000.