For all you know, a pirate may claim your attention any minute of the day.
Or, again, to be, say, in a corn-merchant's, a clearing-house of the fruitful earth.

There at your telephone you may hear the corn-fields whispering to you, hear the wheat waving in the wind, and the thin chatter of oats.

Or you may sell butter and cheese in an office that smells of farms.

However removed, you are an indirect agent of the earth, a humble go-between of the seasons and the eternal needs of man.
Or, once more, you may be one of the thousand clerks of a great manufacturer, and be humbly related to one of the arts or crafts that gladden the eye or add to the comforts of man.

Or even, though you may be denied so close an association with the elements, or the arts, you may be the pen to some subtle legal confidante of human nature.