In 1851, the Rectorship of Lincoln College in this University came up for election. Pattison inevitably felt that he was the obvious candidate. Here is his reaction to learning that another Fellow, John Calcott, also proposed to offer himself. (I should explain to those who are not of the Patrimony that in those days common Anglican Eucharistic practice was for the Celebrant to stand and kneel at the North End of the Altar, and, if there was another priest or deacon assisting, he was at the South End.)
"As I stood opposite Calcott at the altar-table on Sunday, I could not help a feeling, very untimely at that place, that I should be supposed to be engaged in competition with such a snubby, dirty, useless little dog."
You could do worse than read Pattison. I have not laughed so much on turning the pagers of a book since I read Evelyn Waugh's Decline and Fall for the first time.