The wintry snow, far from eradicating and erasing culture as it threat-
ened to do at the outset of Mon pays , becomes a metaphor for the blank
page, the white canvas, or even the icy rink, upon which culture writes
or paints itself. The forms that it takes and the messages they entail in-
form the evolving issue of national identity, to which we now (re)turn
in the conclusion of this topic.