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From:	Greg Hammond 
Sent:	Tuesday, July 28, 1998 12:18 PM
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Babita Duggal; Heather Stuart-Obee; John Prostran; Lori Dermott;
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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 a lone, 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".  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 the bell, the armless man tripped
and
lunged 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
drawn by the beautiful music they had heard moments before, had
gathered around the fallen figure.
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." (Still with me?  You want more, you say?)
The following day, despite the sadness that weighed heavily on his
heart due
to the unfortunate death of the armless campanologist (now there's a
trivia
question!), 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 will honour his life by allowing me to replace him in
this duty".
The bishop agreed to give the man an audition.  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 breathlessly asked, "Who is this man
anyway?"
"I don't know his name" sighed the distraught bishop..."but he's a
dead ringer for his brother."