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> Read it all the way through
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > > Quasimodo's Replacement
> > >
> > > 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!" 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
> > > suitable 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.
> > >
> > > By the time the bishop 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, but 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?
> > > Who is this man?"
> > > the first monk asked breathlessly.
> > >
> > > "I don't know his name," sighed the distraught bishop,
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > > {wait for it....}
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > > {wait......}
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > > {wait . . . .}
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > > "... but he's a dead ringer for his brother."
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > > Quasimodo's Replacement
> > >
> > > 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!" 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
> > > suitable 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.
> > >
> > > By the time the bishop 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, but 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?
> > > Who is this man?"
> > > the first monk asked breathlessly.
> > >
> > > "I don't know his name," sighed the distraught bishop,
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > > {wait for it....}
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > > {wait......}
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > > {wait . . . .}
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > > "... but he's a dead ringer for his brother."
