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>> Subject: After Quasimodo
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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 - when an armless man approached
>> him and announced that he was there to apply for the bell ringer's job.
>> The bishop was incredulous. "You have no arms!" "No matter," said the
>> man,
>> "observe!" He then began striking the bells with his face, producing a
>> beautiful melody on the carillon. The bishop listened in astonishment,
>> convinced that he had finally found a suitable replacement for
>> Quasimodo.
>>      Suddenly, rushing forward to strike 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! Not through yet}
>>     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 honor 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 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?" the first
>> breathlessly asked. "Who is this man?" "I don't know his name," sighed
>> the distraught bishop, "but he's a dead ringer for his brother."
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