[s-cars] Fw: Subject: groan -- yer gonna love this one...NAC

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Since its Friday


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> Subject: Subject: groan -- yer gonna love this one...
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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 had decided to call it a day.
Just
> > then, an 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!" 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 replacement for
> > Quasimodo. But suddenly, rushing forward to strike the bell, the armless
> man
> > tripped and plunged headlong out of the belfry window to his death in
the
> > street below.
> >
> > The stunned bishop rushed down two hundred and ninety five church steps.
> > 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! There's more!
> >
> > 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. 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."
> >
> > 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, twirled around, 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, "but he's a dead
> > ringer for his brother."
> >
> >
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