Quotes About Gersen

The front door opened; Gersen whirled. In the opening stood a middle-aged man no larger than a boy of ten. His head was round; his eyes brimmed with curiosity, flicking over Gersen, around the room. He had large features, long pointed ears, a heavy protuberant mouth: a Highland Imp from the Highlands of Krokinole, one of the more specialized races of the Concourse.

To Smade's Tavern in the July of 1524 came Kirth Gersen, representing himself as a locater.

No, no. I just can't accustom myself to that kind of talk, here on the esplanade, in peaceful Avente. But I suppose I'm actually enjoying it. If you're not a criminal, who or what are you?" "Kirth Gersen." "You must work for the IPCC." "No." "Then you must be on the Institute's Special Committee." "I'm just Kirth Gersen." He rose to his feet. "Let's walk for a bit.