ANST - on the lighter side...again

[uriel]

>From Tamlin...the last one got away from me.


Do you remember the story of "The Hunchback of Notre
> Dame"? Well, after Quasimodo's death, the bishop of the
> Cathedral 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 just about decided to call it a day. But
> just then, an armless man approached him and announced
> that he was there to apply for the bell ringer's job.
>
> Incredulously, the bishop blurted out, "But. . .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 suitable
> replacement for Quasimodo.
>
> But suddenly, rushing forward to strike a bell, the armless
> man tripped and plunged headlong out of the belfry
> window, falling 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 sadly replied, "but his face rings a bell."
>
> {WAIT! WAIT! Not through yet}
>
>
> 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 word-of-the-day...), the
> bishop continued his interviews for a new bell ringer 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 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? Who is this man?" the first monk
> asked breathlessly.
>
> "I don't know his name," sighed the distraught bishop...
>
>
>
>
> {wait for it....}
>
>
>
> "....but he's a dead ringer for his brother."



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