Try me at something besides selling.

I cannot sell; I know I cannot sell." "I know that, too," said the principal; "that is what is wrong." "But I can make myself useful somehow," persisted the young man; "I know I can." He was placed in the counting-house, where his aptitude for figures soon showed itself, and in a few years he became not only chief cashier in the large store, but an eminent accountant.
"Out of an art," says Bulwer, "a man may be so trivial you would mistake him for an imbecile--at best, a grown infant.

Put him into his art, and how high he soars above you! How quietly he enters into a heaven of which he has become a denizen, and unlocking the gates with his golden key, admits you to follow, an humble reverent visitor." A man out of place is like a fish out of water.

Its fins mean nothing, they are only a hindrance.

The fish can do nothing but flounder out of its element.