shnkrmn
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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 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 an armless man approached him and announced he was there to apply for the bell ringer 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 a bell, the armless man tripped and plunged headlong out 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 replied sadly. “I don't know his name
but his face rings a bell."
The bishop decided 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 an armless man approached him and announced he was there to apply for the bell ringer 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 a bell, the armless man tripped and plunged headlong out 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 replied sadly. “I don't know his name
but his face rings a bell."