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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
decided to call it a day when a lone, 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!" he said. "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, striding 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,
having been 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 replied, .........."but his face rings a bell."
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 bellringer of Notre Dame. The first man to
approach him said, "Your Excellency, I am the brother of the poor, armless wretch who fell to his death from
this very belfry yesterday. I pray that you will 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 breathless monk
asked, "Who is this man?"
"I don't know his name," sighed the distraught bishop,................."but he's a dead ringer for his brother."
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
decided to call it a day when a lone, 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!" he said. "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, striding 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,
having been 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 replied, .........."but his face rings a bell."
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 bellringer of Notre Dame. The first man to
approach him said, "Your Excellency, I am the brother of the poor, armless wretch who fell to his death from
this very belfry yesterday. I pray that you will 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 breathless monk
asked, "Who is this man?"
"I don't know his name," sighed the distraught bishop,................."but he's a dead ringer for his brother."
