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...Morocco last summer were especially bad. The temperature soared to 120 degrees F almost every day, and the fossils were hundreds of feet up, poking out of the dusty face of a sandstone cliff. "It was," says Paul Sereno of the University of Chicago, who led the joint U.S.-Moroccan expedition, "the most brutal fieldwork I've ever done." Worse yet, the team wasn't finding much--lots of moderately interesting bits and pieces but nothing even close to a major discovery...
...such a golf enthusiast that he occasionally forgets that others don't always share his passion. During last month's Bosnia crisis, Clinton tracked down French President Jacques Chirac in Morocco for an important phone consultation. "Give my highest regards to the King," Clinton told Chirac, referring to the Moroccan monarch. "Tell him I'm using those golf clubs he gave me, and I'm hittin' 'em real sweet!" The U.S. President's small talk left his French counterpart puzzled...
...have fired at random into civilian crowds after being ambushed. In February, the same month in which the government quelled a riot in the Serkadji prison by killing more than 96 prisoners-Islamists say the toll was more than 200-the village of Belhacene, halfway between Algiers and the Moroccan border, was flattened by government helicopters, according to rebels. As many as 200 were reportedly killed...
...made easier by his connections. The 34-year-old painter was traveling with his friend, a French diplomat named Charles de Mornay, sent to conclude a treaty with Moulay Abd-er-Rahman, the Sultan of Morocco. (France had conquered neighboring Algeria the year before and did not want any Moroccan interventions in its new colony.) The mission, including Delacroix, arrived in Morocco in January 1832 and stayed six months...
...them, it pointed to abstraction. But in Delacroix's case it was supported by an intimate sense of detail. Nowhere does Delacroix's curiosity about what he saw reveal itself more fully than in the Moroccan drawings. He was determined to get everything right, to bring back exact memory in an age before photography: the weave of a coarse djellaba conveyed in thin licks of wash; the violent white light on a wall; a chaotic still life of saddles, blankets and flintlocks piled in the corner of a guardhouse behind a pair of sleeping soldiers, whose robes give them...