Episcophilia is an inordinate love for bishops, the idea of bishops, or a particular bishop living or dead. An episcophile combines many elements of "peasant religion" and a multitude of psychological pathologies, none necessarily erotic. The condition is often permanent, but may be treated successfully with psychotherapy (including medications) accompanied by repentance and forgiveness, not necessarily within a liturgical context.
Episcophilia may involve a delusional sense of basking in the presence of the Wholly-Other-Now-Hither. In addition, an episcophile's knee might buckle as a bishop walks by, or (s)he will fervently kiss any ring worn by a bishop (which might be a health hazard for subsequent kissers). A faithful episcophile will arrange his/her entire life around a regional visit by a bishop, and like a rock star groupie, will travel at odd times to behold the episcopal presence. To sit near a bishop (hopefully a diocesan rather than a suffragan) at a social event is a foretaste of the heavenly banquet.
Receiving Communion from a bishop, or being blessed by a bishop, is perceived as being qualitatively and quantitatively more hallowed than from lesser clergy.
Some bishops are episcophiles and welcome gatherings of episcopal colleagues, so that his/her own episcophilia may be nurtured. Most revered would be primates, archbishops, and diocesan bishops of prestigious sees. In the Anglican Communion the Archbishop of Canterbury would be the ultimate object of affection, except for closet Roman Catholics. One can only speculate about episcophilia, if it were well developed in an Archbishop of Canterbury or Pope, etc.