I wondered whether you simply have a very subtle sense of humour...
...until I realized that you are just trolling me.
I would be mildly curious about my alleged identity, but these sockpuppet accusations wax boring: My style is inimitable; and on the other side of the coin, I am unable to conceal it. Attempts at sockplay would thus be for me quite foolish.
As for “intellect and virtue” (whereas “virtue” in its original sense meant manly excellence), the most intellectual response that your crude, childish tantrum deserves is: LOL.
It is unsurprising that the petty charlatan who botched Nietzsche so as to lecture suchmoon on “the intricacies of ontology” lacks the literacy to do other than whine about my “novellas”.
I assure you that it will remain exactly where it is at least until either Hell freezes over, or I mine a Bitcoin block on my Raspberry Pi. Per Nietzsche’s master-morality, it is a judgment of you as a person, remember? Now, whyever do you suppose that I would heed the peremptory demand of a despicable dolt who covers his stupidity with pseudointellectual pretense, his cowardice with empty Internet threats toward a man whom he knows he will never need to face, his dishonour with insults to others’ manhood, and his shameful promotion of the Yobit scam with criminal-minded dissimulation?
Rich words for one who handles Nietzsche with all the finesse of a teenager in a “God is dead” T-shirt.
’Tis an old rule of mine that those who don’t want me, don’t deserve me. As a practical matter, that serves as a filter to save me from wasting time on my inferiors.