THE WASHINGTON POST, WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER 7,	1981  
The scone was Anwar SadatÛªs palatial retreat, 20 minutes outside of Cairo. The garden gate was guarded by a lone soldier. There was no one else in sight -other than a lanky figure in a dark blue suit, stretched out on a lawn chair some 50 yards away, reading a hook and sipping iced tea.</br></br>*	Apart from the brief appearance of a photographer, that was the extent of the ceremony. My first and lasting impression of the president of Egypt, then, was that he was an'Unpretentious man; my second (equally on- ; during) impression, from what he . had to say in a taped interview lasting more than an hour, was that here was a man with a vision that went far beyond the politicianÛªs obligatory protestations of a desire for peace.</br></br>That was in February 1975, when llenry Kissinger was in mid-shuttle, a reconvening of the Genova conference on Middle Fast peace was the commonly accepted goal, and the celebrated visit to Jerusalem was lie-</br></br>Everything that followed, of course, lias confirmed that first impression. making it all the more . tragically ironic that Anwar Sadat . should have died in the pomp and circumstance of a military parade.</br></br>This is not to lay claim to some special insight; the glimpses of what . was to come, at SadatÛªs hands, in the shaping and forming of a ÛÏpeace pro-! cessÛ culminating at Camp David, was in his message six years ago.