retired, I think
Jonathan is saying that nobody really likes Herr Lowenthal - but they say nice things about him. I haven't read that far yet...I just see him by off by himself for the most part. Do you suppose that Porter is saying that as long as the merchandise sells, the salesman will sell it. I'm seeing the stereotypical Jewish merchant here. Lowenthal's hottest selling items are rosary beads - used to count the Hail Marys in a Catholic veneration of Mary. It is rather ironic, isn't it?
We are seeing a number of references to Catholicism here. Are most of the Germans on board the ship Catholics? There are some Lutherans. I'm guessing that the steerage Spaniards are also Catholic.
Porter was a sometime Catholic herself, and a sometime rebel against that faith. I came across these references while searching for that journal -
"In 1906, at age sixteen, Porter left home and married John Henry Koontz, the son of a wealthy Texas ranching family, and subsequently converted to Koontz's religion, Roman Catholicism. Koontz was physically abusive; once while drunk, he threw her down the stairs, breaking her ankle. They divorced officially in 1915
But in the 1920s she also became intensely critical of religion and remained so until the last decade of her life when she again embraced the Roman Catholic Church."
Did you read the exchange between poor, poor little Frau Schmitt and the Baumgartners? That woman cannot open her mouth without stepping into the need for explanations and apologies - which are never accepted.
This time she questions Herr B's comment about Frau Graf's healing ability, saying there were saints in the old days who could heal the body as well as the soul.
Frau Schmitt - "He's a Lutheran, how could he be a saint?"
Frau B: "We are Lutherans. We have our saints also."
After many apologies, Frau Schmitt adds, "it was my ignorance - I did not know you had saints. Nobody told me. I thought only the Catholic church had saints, forgive me. Who are they?"
Frau B: "Who are what?"
Frau Schmitt, eager to learn - "Your saints?"
Frau B. "Oh good heavens what a question..." - snubbed her, left her sitting there feeling deeply, unjustly injured.
When I read that, I thought it was wonderfully amusing. The more I think about it, the more questions I have about what Porter was saying here. But I must leave - we are going into town to see a movie...a difficult choice among top three - Iron Lady, the Descendants and Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy. Guess which one we chose? After that, dinner in a little French restaurant.