No bad Brahms

Every wonder why there's no bad Brahms? He and Clara went through his oeuvre, discarding all that they did not feel was first rate, a scenario that conjures up visions of the two of them sitting by the fire.

"Do you like this one?"
"Not really."
"I've never cared for it, either. Out!"
And another creation is consigned to the flames.

Considering what there is and is not for good 19th-century repertoire, I muse on what some of the vanished works sounded like, and what posterity might think of them.