A clergyman has nothing to do but to be slovenly and selfish -- read the newspaper, watch the weather, and quarrel with his wife. His curate does all the work and the business of his own life is to dine.
Today is the Solstice, which always seems a bit sad to me. Until December's Solstice the days will be slightly shorter every day, Just an itsy bit shorter, but they add up to the shortest day of the year. That diminution of daylight comes with a slight pain in the heart, I think.