The thought of it made Buddy smile. Why not indeed? Hadn't
there been a time when he'd thought his art could cleanse the world
of malice? Perhaps an army of holy fools could succeed with
laughter where bombs had failed. A sweet, ridiculous vision.
Comedians on the battlefields, baring their asses to the guns, and
beating the generals over the head with rubber chickens; grinning
cannon fodder, confounding the politicians with puns and signing
the peace treaties with polka-dotted ink.
His smile became laughter.
-- Clive Barker
The Great and Secret Show