We've all tried to pry those littlefingers open and sometimes it's just end up as blob of paint that doesn't even come close to resembling a handprint.
LINDA NOCHLIN: [reading:] «Just as I once saw a bit of the skin of my littlefinger in a magnifying glass and found it to resemble a huge field full of ridges and wallows, so it was for me now in my encounters with men and their conduct.