"Steeply’s face had assumed the openly twisted sneering expression which he knew well Quebecers found repellent on Americans …. “What if sometimes there is no choice about what to love? What if the temple comes to Mohammed? What if you just love? without deciding? You just do: you see her and in that instant are lost to sober account-keeping and cannot choose but to love?’
Marathe’s sniff held disdain.
“Then in such case your temple is self and sentiment. Then in such an instance you are a fanatic of desire, a slave to your indvidual subjective narrow self’s sentiments; a citizen of nothing. You become a citizen of nothing. You are by yourself and alone, kneeling to yourself."
— Marathe and Steeply, Infinite Jest pg 108