Anti-patriotism, however much it may provide abundant material for literature, however much it may enable good satire—and thus a good book—with the writer hardly having to make any effort to render the raw material interesting and convincing, and however much it may seem more logical than its opposite, sets a limit on artistic expression from the outset—the very same limit that the sentiment on which it is based can reach. It cannot be transformed into something positive without attacking the very qualities that sustain it. In a work, this would mean destroying its unity, its essence. It is best to treat it as no more than a peripheral element, always assigning it a secondary role and taking care not to inflate it to the point of tedium—because that is precisely what it does when it takes the place of a higher form of expression instead of surpassing itself, something it is definitely incapable of doing.