# Quote — John Updike, Rabbit Redux

> There was a beauty here, refined from country pastures, a game of solitariness, of waiting, waiting for the pitcher to complete his gaze toward first base and throw his lightning, a game whose very taste, of spit and dust and grass and sweat and leather and sun, was America.

- Author: [John Updike](https://www.leafyquotes.com/john-updike.md)
- Book: [Rabbit Redux](https://www.leafyquotes.com/john-updike/rabbit-redux.md)
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- Quote page: https://www.leafyquotes.com/john-updike/rabbit-redux/there-was-a-beauty

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> Like water, blood must run or grow scum.

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> Freedom, that he always thought was outward motion, turns out to be this inward dwindling.

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