So you see it isn't a mere piece of bronze, a reversed mortar to be swung at a rope's end.

Add that bells, like fine wines, ripen with age, that their tone becomes more ample and mellow, that they lose their sharp bouquet, their raw flavour.

That will explain--imperfectly--how one can become attached to them." "Why, you seem to be an enthusiast yourself." "Oh, I don't know anything about it.

I am simply repeating what I have heard Carhaix say.

If the subject interests you, he will be only too glad to teach you the symbolism of bells.