Nelson Mandela has arrived at an estate in the wine country outside Cape Town where he will dine and speak on economic reconstruction to 75 mostly white businessmen and bankers. He receives a standing ovation. Politely acknowledging the applause, he samples a glass of sweet Weisser Riesling 1993 and jokes about his lack of vinous sophistication. During his last days in prison, he says, he was permitted to have visitors for relatively luxurious meals, and his warder once told him the best wines were dry. "I thought every wine was wet," Mandela says now with a laugh. Not long ago, some...
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