It's just a wee little tease.
Once Brahms was send a symphony by a good friend. A budding composer. To his dismay, Brahms never spoke about it to him, not for months. Then, one day, both were walking the streets of Vienna together. There was a poor gypsy sitting on the streetcorner, playing a tune on his accordéon. 'Listen!', said Brahms, 'He's gotten hold of your symphony!'
On another occasion, Brahms was invited to the première of an exciting new work by Liszt. The entire concert hall was most excited, both by the prospect of the new work and the presence of the great Brahms. Halfway through the performance, however, the musicians and audience were greatly disturbed by a loud noise: it was Brahms, soundly asleep, snoring loudly.
Despite Brahms' claim that he was simply exhausted, many never spoke to him ever again after this affront.
By which I mean to say..erm...dunno exactly what the point is. Maybe that some people simply are the way they are. Don't take it all too personally.
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