After Quasimodo
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 bell ringer'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 the bell, the Armless man tripped and
plunged headlong out of the belfry window to his death in the street below.
The stunned bishop rushed down two hundred and ninety five church steps, 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"
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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."