Pseudonyms are like Boo Radley. Living in the dark, peeping out at the world from behind louvered shutters … they can live. Hauled into the light of day and made to stand on the porch for all to see, they end up looking like a very young Robert Duvall when he still had a little bit of hair left. And then they die.
Wherein yeah FSJ wasn't as much fun once uncovered. It's like the NY Times poured salt on a slug just to watch it melt away.