And above these words spoken all about me as I climbed towards the white cone of the volcano , among the mourners indifferent to my task, i u u ululT a ated one high, shrill lament, a flame of wors d d ds that lay like a pro- tective mantle over the funer- al xx eal ceremony of that i n ght... --Carlos Fuentes, Tw e e err a Nostra trans by Margaret S Peden, 1976