The back of his head sloped up and forward, so that the top of his head was pointshaped.
"I've been interested in seeing what the head of a real conscientious objector looked like," Dick remarked slowly.

"I've seen your head and from its shape I believe you to be a real conscientious objector.

I am going to approve your transfer to a non-combatant branch, Pitson.

You may step outside until you are sent for again." After Pitson had gone Dick ordered the two remaining men to remove their campaign hats.

He studied the shapes of their heads so attentively that both young men winced plainly under the inspection.
"Your heads are shaped differently from Pitson's," Prescott went on.