just remembering Christmas past

[lazariuk]

It was about thirty years ago that I went to Midnight Mass on Christmas Eve at Notre Dame Cathedral in Montreal. I was by myself and easily got a good seat with the help of a really ugly hunchback. It was hard to ignore him. I watched as he devoted himself to everyone's comfort, bringing out chairs, finding seats for all. He was just so focused on what other's needed. That ugly little guy that probably nobody wanted in the way that I wanted to be wanted. I think of him when I hear Leonard singing "Avalanche" http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bGCRaf-pQ0I

[Geoffrey]

It was about thirty years ago that I went to Midnight Mass on Christmas Eve at Notre Dame Cathedral in Montreal. I was by myself and easily got a good seat with the help of a really ugly hunchback. It was hard to ignore him. I watched as he devoted himself to everyone's comfort, bringing out chairs, finding seats for all. He was just so focused on what other's needed. That ugly little guy that probably nobody wanted in the way that I wanted to be wanted. I think of him when I hear Leonard singing "Avalanche"

Well, when it comes to achieving immortality, people can be sly. This Quasimodo figure was not easy to ignore, you say. So his devotion and help, supported by an inartistic countenance and hunched back, could possibly have been part of a cunning ruse to make people remember him - even after 30 years. Ugly people and attractive people looking for fame are fortunate insomuch as they are remembered more easily than people with ordinary looks.