...Orange County, far to the south of us, an area so reactionary
that to us in Berkeley it seemed a phantom land, made of the mists
of dire nightmare, where appartitions spawned that were as terrible
as they were real--more real than if they had been composed of
solid reality. Orange County, which no one in Berkeley had ever
actually seen, was the fantasy at the other end of the world,
Berkeley's opposite; if Berkeley lay in the thrall of illusion, of
detachment from reality, it was Orange County which had pushed it
there. Within one universe the two could never coexist.