These faceless anti-clowns, captured in the paintings of Bruegel and Bosch, reach beyond parody to explode all myths and rebuild all institutions in the image of their own twisted bodies. They are creatures born in the unholy pauses that separate the Great Moments of History, subhumans that laughed when Stalin scratched his balls and cried when his fingernails didn't draw blood. History is a distortion of Truth. The Bouffon reclaims Truth by distorting History.
