Father Fishy does not nod, because he is profoundly sensible of my novacula and its position directly against the lid of his left eye. The pressure I am exerting is not great, but I’m very annoyed and there is a firmness in my posture which he reads—correctly—as contraindicating any casual motion on his part. Nonetheless he wishes me to know that I have his attention—indeed that no one has ever had more of it in a more focused fashion.