“The voice (sometimes an ominous rumble that sounds as though he's been gargling with pebbles, sometimes the bliss of Bailey's Irish Cream swirling lazily about a fine crystal goblet) crescendos almost imperceptibly.”

— Jani Allan

Description of Wynand Claassen from her interview with Claassem published in the Just Jani column of the Sunday Times, republished in Face Value by Jani Allan.
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South African columnist and broadcaster 1952

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