English: A night sight of the Notre Dame de Paris cathedral on the Île de la Cité island in Paris, France. Français : Vue nocturne de la Cathédrale Notre-Dame de Paris sur l’Île de la Cité à Paris (France). Tiếng Việt: Nhà thờ Đức Bà Paris trên đảo Île de la Cité. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
From Will & Guy.
After Quasimodo’s death, Bishop Thomas 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 while several applicants demonstrated their skills, he decided to call it a day.
Just then a lone, armless man approached him and announced that he was there to apply for the bell ringer’s job.
Bishop Thomas 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, while 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 immediately rushed down the stairways. 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.’


















Jock tells this story. I must ask him where he got it from.
I might have guessed the ending to this one…. very good
I got all caught up in the imagery and the beauty of the words…and then such a silly conclusion! The biggest surprise is that I laughed out loud! Best part, too, is that I can remember this one for a re-telling!
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Always a bonus!
Groannnnnnnnnnn!
Good one …. *smile
That is so bad it is brilliant!
Good job I live in a detached house or the neighbours would worry every time I visit your blog. I bet you can almost hear me!
Oh my that was great !!
Glad you enjoyed it
Haven’t heard that one for about 30 years… Ah… *feels age*
Oh my…slight moan.