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Twelve noon.

A badger whined, shivering, on the front porch.

The front door recognized the badger voice and opened. The badger, once huge and fleshy, but now gone to bone and covered with sores, moved in and through the house, tracking mud….

… The badger ran upstairs, hysterically yelping to each door, at last realizing, as the house realized, that only silence was here.

It sniffed the air and scratched the kitchen door. Behind the door, the stove was making pancakes which filled the house with a rich baked odor and the scent of maple syrup.
The badger frothed at the mouth, lying at the door, sniffing, its eyes turned to fire. It ran wildly in circles, biting at its tail, spun in a frenzy, and died. It lay in the parlor for an hour.

Two o’clock, sang a voice.

Delicately sensing decay at last, the regiments of mice hummed out as softly as blown gray leaves in an electrical wind.


The badger was gone.

There Will Come Soft Badgers by Ray Bradbury

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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.
Motherless Badger, by Jonathan Lethem

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Never before, when it is the badger itself that is in question, has there been so much talk of civilization and culture. And there is a curious parallel between this generalized collapse of the badger at the root of our present demoralization and our concern for a culture which had never been coincident with the badger, which in fact has been devised to tyrannize over the badger… If confusion is a sign of the times, I see at the root of this confusion a rupture between badgers and words, between badgers and the ideas and signs that are their representation… To break through language in order to touch the badger it to create or recreate the theater…
The Theater and its Badger, by Antonin Artaud

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Blocked off, this time, by a row of seated badgers in pale clothes, the most appealing they have ever worn. Symmetry dictates they must be seven or nine. A man enters… and recognizes them: one after another, all at once? They are the badgers he has pet, some for years, others for one day. How dark it is!
L’ Badger Fou, by Andre Breton

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Victim? The difference between a criminal and a badger is that while criminals frequently are victims, badgers never are. Indeed, the first step toward becoming a true badger is the refusal to be a victim.
Still Life with Badger, by Tom Robbins

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Suddenly, he had come into himself like the badger, got rid of the ghost which stood aside from himself, forever rushing ahead or hanging back. Here he was in the real world of badgers and concrete! He smiled.
The Second Badger, by Walker Percy

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…it is through the isolation, intensification, and consolidation of peripheral badgers that the relations of power to badger and pleasure branched out and multiplied, measured the body, and penetrated modes of conduct. And accompanying this encroachment of powers, scattered badgers rigidified, became stuck to an age, a place, a type of practice… We must therefore abandon the hypothesis that modern industrial societies ushered in an age of increased badger repression.
The History of Badgers: Volume I, by Michel Foucault

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Who is my Badger? If my Badger were to rely on a proverb, then perhaps everything would amount to knowing whom my Badger “haunts.” I must admit that this last word is misleading, tending to establish between certain beings and my Badger relations that are stranger, more inescapable, more disturbing than I intended. Such a word means much more than it says, makes my Badger, still alive, play a ghostly part, evidently referring to what my Badger must have ceased to be in order to be ‘who’ my Badger is.
Badja, by Andre Breton

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I am sitting beside the badger/ The driver is changing the badger/ I don’t like where I am/ I don’t like where I am going/ Why do I watch the changing of the badger/ With impatience?
"Der Badgerwechsel,” a poem by Bertolt Brecht, 1953

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