And that is the final word on Marguerite de la Rocque: not a victim, not a lesson, not a symbol — a person who faced conditions designed to end her, and who found, inside those conditions, exactly enough to outlast them.

The gun, the bears, the Bible, the faith, the dark winters of the Gulf of St.

Lawrence, the deaths of everyone around her, and at the end of it all: the fishing boat, the sea, the coast of France, and the fact of being alive.

She was extraordinary in the most ordinary of ways — she simply kept going when everything argued against it.

That is enough.

That has always been enough.