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After Quasimodo's death, the bishop of the Cathedral of Notre Dame
sent word through the streets of Paris that a new bell ringer was
needed.
The bishop decided that he would conduct the interviews
personally and went up into the belfry to begin the screening process.
After observing several applicants demonstrate their skills, he had
decided to call it a day.
Just then, an armless man approached him and announced
that he was there to apply for the bellringer's job. The
bishop was incredulous.
"You have no arms!"
"No matter," said the man.
"Observe!" And he began striking the bells with his face, producing a
beautiful melody on the carillon.
The bishop listened in astonishment;
convinced he had finally found a replacement for Quasimodo.
But suddenly, rushing forward to strike a bell, the armless man tripped
and plunged headlong out of the belfry window to his death in the street
below.
The stunned bishop rushed to his side. When he reached the street, a crowd
had gathered around the fallen figure, drawn by the beautiful music they
had heard only moments before. As they silently parted to let the bishop
through, one of them asked, "Bishop, who was this man?".
"I don't know his name," the bishop sadly replied,
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"but his face rings a bell ! "
WAIT! WAIT!
There's more .. . ..
The following day, despite the sadness that weighed heavily on his heart
due to the unfortunate death of the armless campanologist, the bishop
continued his interviews for the bell ringer of Notre Dame.
The first man to approach him said,
"Your Excellency, I am the brother of the poor armless wretch
that fell to his death from this very belfry yesterday.
I pray that you honour his life by allowing me to replace him
in this duty.".
The bishop agreed to give the man an audition, and, as the
armless man's brother stooped to pick up a mallet to strike the first
bell, he groaned, clutched at his chest, twirled around, and died on the
spot.
Two monks, hearing the bishop's cries of grief at this second
tragedy, rushed up the stairs to his side.
"What has happened? Who is this man?" The first monk asked breathlessly.
"I don't know his name," sighed the distraught bishop, but ..."
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He's a dead ringer for his brother !!
sent word through the streets of Paris that a new bell ringer was
needed.
The bishop decided that he would conduct the interviews
personally and went up into the belfry to begin the screening process.
After observing several applicants demonstrate their skills, he had
decided to call it a day.
Just then, an armless man approached him and announced
that he was there to apply for the bellringer's job. The
bishop was incredulous.
"You have no arms!"
"No matter," said the man.
"Observe!" And he began striking the bells with his face, producing a
beautiful melody on the carillon.
The bishop listened in astonishment;
convinced he had finally found a replacement for Quasimodo.
But suddenly, rushing forward to strike a bell, the armless man tripped
and plunged headlong out of the belfry window to his death in the street
below.
The stunned bishop rushed to his side. When he reached the street, a crowd
had gathered around the fallen figure, drawn by the beautiful music they
had heard only moments before. As they silently parted to let the bishop
through, one of them asked, "Bishop, who was this man?".
"I don't know his name," the bishop sadly replied,
…….
………………..
…………………………..
"but his face rings a bell ! "
WAIT! WAIT!
There's more .. . ..
The following day, despite the sadness that weighed heavily on his heart
due to the unfortunate death of the armless campanologist, the bishop
continued his interviews for the bell ringer of Notre Dame.
The first man to approach him said,
"Your Excellency, I am the brother of the poor armless wretch
that fell to his death from this very belfry yesterday.
I pray that you honour his life by allowing me to replace him
in this duty.".
The bishop agreed to give the man an audition, and, as the
armless man's brother stooped to pick up a mallet to strike the first
bell, he groaned, clutched at his chest, twirled around, and died on the
spot.
Two monks, hearing the bishop's cries of grief at this second
tragedy, rushed up the stairs to his side.
"What has happened? Who is this man?" The first monk asked breathlessly.
"I don't know his name," sighed the distraught bishop, but ..."
…….
…………………
…………………………………...
He's a dead ringer for his brother !!