My favorite underlined (I'm an underliner) portion from The Vision, is a description of their friend, the small town newspaper editor who drinks too much (damn stereotypes! hiccup):
"He argued that if you understood how screwed up the world was, if you saw how like a paradise it could be, if you understood that what could be never would be because most people were hopeless jackasses -- well, then you needed a crutch to get through life with your sanity intact. For some people, he said, it was money or drugs or any of a hundred other things. His crutch was Scotch. And damned good bourbon."