BILL CRIDER'S POP CULTURE MAGAZINE
For penance, perhaps this rings a bell? (A query from a librarian on the list Fiction-L:)A customer read a series of suspense novels in which the protagonist is hiding from a special police unit to which he formerly belonged. (They now want him dead.) He works in landscaping, perhaps in England. From this situation, he embarks on freelance adventures. He has a sister living somewhere in Europe, and he worries that she will be discovered by those who hunt him. Sound familiar? Thanks. Mark
No bells ringing at all, and I think I'd remember a series like that.
Bell? Ring?New Bell RingerFollowing the death of Quasimodo. the Bishop of the Cathedral Church of Notre Dame sent word throughout the streets of Paris that a new bell ringer would need to be appointed. The Bishop decided that he would himself conduct the interviews, and went up into the belfry to interview the candidates. After observing several applicants demonstrate their skills, he decided to call it a day, when an armless man approached him announcing that he was there to apply for the post.. The Bishop, incredulous declared, " My Son, you have no arms!" " No matter" replied the man.He then proceeded to strike the bells with his face, producing the most beautiful melody on the carillon. The Bishop was astonished, believing he had indeedfound a suitable replacement for Quasimodo. But in rushing forward to strike a bell, the armless man tripped, and plunged headlong out of the belfry to his death in the street below. The Bishop, stunned rushed to his side. When he reached the street, a crowd had gathered around the fallen figure, drawn by the beauty of the music they had heard, but a moment before. As they parted in silence to allow the Bishop through, one of the number asked " Bishop, who was this man?"..wait for it... wait for it......." I don't know his name" replied the Bishop sadly, "But his face rings a bell."WAIT, WAIT! not through yet!The following day, despite the sadness that weighed heavily on his heart following the death of the armless camponologist, the Bishop continued his interviews for a bell ringer for Notre Dame. The first man to approach addressed him, "Your Grace, I am the brother of the poor armless wretch who fell to his death from this belfry yesterday. I pray that you will allow me to replace him." The Bishop agreed to an audition, but as the man reached to strike the first bell, he groaned, clutched at his chest, collapsed, and died on the spot. Two monks, hearing the cries of grief from the Bishop at the tragedy, rushed up the stairs...... "What as happened? Who is this man?" they cried. " I don't know his name" exclaimed the distraught Bishop,..... ....wait for it.......wait for itwait for it........." I don't know his name........ ....but he's a dead ringer for his brother."
Stilwell has declared this a Pun-Free Zone. We can only hope he doesn't read this comment.
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