When he feels the need to meditate, King Hassan goes to the mountains. He was there last week, at Ifrane, in a grey stone palace surrounded by ilex trees, where he could picnic with friends beside a brook or cast March brown flies to the rainbow trout flashing in the clear water.
What was bothering Hassan was the state of the nation, which was dreadful. Business was stagnant. Half the Moroccan work force was underemployed, and one man in ten had no work at all. In the largest city, Casablanca, student mobs last March battled police and soldiers and ran...
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