 Why was the interviewer uninterested in Gorb?
My three staff men, Auchinleck, Stebbins and Ludlow, walked shieldwise in front of me. J. F. Corrigan will hold interviews in person on Ghryne from Thirdday to Fifthday of Tenmonth. There was a lidless eye at the top of his head and five lidded ones, one above each arm. "Before we begin, I'll need certain information about—" "I am a being of Regulus II," came the grave, booming reply, even before I had picked up the blank. I passed him along to Auchinleck to sign at anything short of top rate. It was the isolationism of the late 29th century that turned me into the successful proprietor of Corrigan's Institute, after some years as an impoverished carnival man in the Betelgeuse system.
 He appeared to be a human.
 He was demanding and rude, which the interviewer did not bend for.  He was a fugitive.  He appeared to be a human.  He was bargaining with sympathy, which the interviewer did not bend for.