In Morocco by Edith Wharton
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matting, the hanging mirror inlaid with mother-of-pearl, the
razor-handles of silver _niello_. The horseshoe arches of the outer gallery look out on orange-blossoms, roses and the sea. It is all beautiful, calm and harmonious; and if one is tempted to mourn the absence of life and local colour, one has only to visit an abandoned Medersa to see that, but for French intervention, the charming colonnades and cedar chambers of the college of the Oudayas would by this time be a heap of undistinguished rubbish--for plaster and rubble do not "die in beauty" like the firm stones of Rome. V ROBINSON CRUSOE'S "SALLEE" Before Morocco passed under the rule of the great governor who now administers it, the European colonists made short work of the beauty and privacy of the old Arab towns in which they established themselves. On the west coast, especially, where the Mediterranean peoples, from the Phenicians to the Portuguese, have had trading-posts for over two thousand years, the harm done to such seaboard towns as Tangier, Rabat and Casablanca is hard to estimate. The modern European colonist apparently imagined that to plant his warehouses, _cafés_ and cinema-palaces within the walls which for so long had fiercely excluded him was the most impressive way of proclaiming his domination. Under General Lyautey such views are no longer tolerated. Respect for native habits, native beliefs and native architecture is the first |
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