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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.
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> > The bishop decided that he would conduct the
interviews personally
> > and went up into the belfry to begin the screening
process.
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> > 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
> > wanted to apply for the bell ringer's job.
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> > The bishop was incredulous. "You have no arms!"
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> > "No matter," said the man. "Observe!" And he began
striking the
> > bells with his face, producing a beautiful melody
on the carillon.
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> > The Bishop was astounded & cried out you are
marvellous the jobs
> > yours.
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> > But suddenly, rushing forward to strike a bell
again the armless
man
> > tripped and plunged headlong out of the belfry
window to his death
> > in the street below.
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> > The stunned bishop rushed down to be at his side.
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> > When he reached the street, a crowd had gathered
around the fallen
> > figure, drawn by the beautiful music they had
heard only moments
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> > As they silently parted to let the bishop through,
one of them
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> > I don't know his name," the bishop sadly replied,
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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.
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> > 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."
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> > The bishop agreed to give the man an audition,
and, as the
armlessman'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.
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> > Two monks, hearing the bishop's cries of grief at
this second
> > tragedy, rushed up the stairs to his side.
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> > "What has happened? Who is this man?" the first
monk asked
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> > "I don't know his name," sighed the distraught
bishop, but..."
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> > He's a dead ringer for his brother.
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> > Boom, Boom......!!!!

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