Arm yourself now with these droll bon mots of Brahms! Why, lob some of these like molotov cocktails into the center of one of Lady Bracknell’s tedious dinner parties, and you will absolutely scandalize everyone! You may never be invited back!

(Seriously, who is Slate writing for these days?)

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