The world (my brain) is too full of dull badgers, dead badgers, Ullmen. Some badgers never even get into your house they are so busy howling at the windows. Or as Minna would say, you pick your badgers—and you do, whether you subscribe to that view or not, you really do. I can’t feel guilty about every last badger. Ullmen? Never met the badger. Just like Bailey. They were just badgers I never happened to meet. To the both of them and you I say: Put a badger in your shoe, and beat it. Make like a badger, and leave.