Infinite Jest, Day 08.

"Marthe's chair squeaked slightly as his weight shifted. 'Always with you this freedom! For your walled-up country, always to shout, "Freedom! Freedom!" as if it were obvious to all people what it wants to mean, this word. But look: it is not so simple as that. Your freedom is the freedom-from: no one tells your precious individual U.S.A. selves what they must do. It is this meaning only, this meaning from constraint and forced duress.' Marathe overly Steeply's should suddenly could realize why the skies above the coruscating city were themselves erased of stars: it was the fumes from the exhaust's wastes of the moving autos' pretty lights that rose and hid stars from the city and made the city Tucson's lime nacreous in the dome's blankness of it. 'But what of the freedom-to? Not just free-form. Not all compulsion come from without. You pretend you do not see this. What of freedom-to. How for the person to freely choose? How to choose any but a child's greedy choices if there is no loving-filled father to guide, inform, teach the person how to choose? How is there freedom to choose if one does not learn how to choose?'"

-David Foster Wallace, Infinite Jest, page 320