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 as 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 a bell,
 the armless   man tripped and plunged 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 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 his 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..."

> > > > > > >   ( . . . Wait for it . . . )


>>>>>>>>( . . . It's worth it . . .)



  . . He's a dead ringer for his brother.

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