He was nearly seven feet tall, black-skinned, and exuding charm, a welcome contrast to the pygmyish Tellarite who stood nearby, arguing quite obnoxiously with the ambassador from Cygnus V. "Permit me to get you a glass."

The gleaming metallic towers that surrounded him and continued onwards in never-ending multiplicity to beyond the horizon oppressed him; the whole busy, unheeding life of a world-metropolis cast him into the horrible gloom of isolation and pygmyish unimportance.