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Oscar Wilde

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Wilde's voice was of the brown velvet order — mellifluous — rounded — in a sense giving it a plummy quality — rather on the adenotic side — but practically pure cello — and very pleasing.
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Franlin Dyall, quoted in Life of Oscar Wilde by Hesketh Pearson

 
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