[BITList] Campanology

[Malcolm]

> 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, as he rushed 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 moment 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,
> 
> 
> 
> 
> (scroll down )
> 
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> 
> 
> 
> ' ................ BUT HIS FACE RINGS A BELL'
> 
> WAIT !! WAIT !! THERE IS 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..'
> 
> (. . . Wait for it ...)
> 
> (.. . . It's worth it.. ..)
> 
> 
> 
> 'HE'S A DEAD RINGER FOR HIS BROTHER.

 

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