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The Real Brahms Is Nothing More Than A Sentimental Voluptuary. Rather Tiresomely Addicted To Dressing Himself Up As Handel Or Beethoven And Making A Prolonged And Intolerable Noise.

She Is Immensely Interested In Him. She Has Even Secret Mischievous Moments In Which She Wishes She Could Get Him Alone, On A Desert Island, Away From All Ties And With Nobody Else In The World To Consider, And Just Drag Him Off His Pedestal And See Him Making Love Like Any Common Man.

A Married Man Forms Married Habits And Becomes Dependent On Marriage Just As A Sailor Becomes Dependent On The Sea.

If At Age 20 You Are Not A Communist Then You Have No Heart. If At Age 30 You Are Not A Capitalist Then You Have No Brains.

You Practically Do Not Use Semicolons At All. This Is A Symptom Of Mental Defectiveness, Probably Induced By Camp Life.