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Frase n° 2016473

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sacredceltic sacredceltic 4 marzo 2013 4 marzo 2013 11:56:29 UTC flag Segnala link Permalink

@corpus maintainer

this isn't a quote, it's a translation...

so the tag "misquote" doesn't make sense...

espamatics espamatics 20 maggio 2021 20 maggio 2021 06:03:35 UTC flag Segnala link Permalink

This has to be the longest English Tatoeba sentence ever.

CK CK 20 maggio 2021 20 maggio 2021 06:12:48 UTC flag Segnala link Permalink

It's not just one sentence.

Here are a few that seem to be longer.
[#8857485] by nonong
[#8877715] by nonong
[#8858009] by nonong
[#9493512] by nonong
[#3938329] by Ooneykcall

Here are the ones that all start out the same way.

[#693520] by Scott
[#1354927] by AMIKEMA
[#2016473] by sacredceltic

Here are several other very long items.

[#9501153] by nonong
[#9495174] by nonong
[#9493288] by nonong
[#8878651] by nonong
[#8877804] by nonong
[#8857438] by nonong
[#8855576] by nonong
[#8855572] by nonong
[#8306986] by GuidoW
[#8306985] by GuidoW
[#8306132] by GuidoW
[#6301697] by Hybrid
[#5829569] by mailohilohi
[#3939800] by Ooneykcall
[#3764029] by Ooneykcall
[#3518355] by paradoxa4
[#2195708] by MrShoval



CK CK 20 maggio 2021 20 maggio 2021 06:25:20 UTC flag Segnala link Permalink

BTW, this is the longest English sentence with audio. Note that it is only one sentence.

[#7697649] Doubtless there exists in this world precisely the right woman for any given man to marry and vice versa; but when you consider that a human being has the opportunity of being acquainted with only a few hundred people, and out of the few hundred that there are but a dozen or less whom he knows intimately, and out of the dozen, one or two friends at most, it will easily be seen, when we remember the number of millions who inhabit this world, that probably, since the earth was created, the right man has never yet met the right woman. (RM) *audio*

So far, it's been translated into Berber, German, Italian, Korean, Serbian and Turkish.

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Licenza: CC BY 2.0 FR

Cronologia

Questa frase è stata aggiunta inizialmente come traduzione della frase #2015918Il n'y a pas, à ce stade de l'histoire mondiale aux États-Unis d'Amérique, de chose telle qu'une presse indépendante. Vous le savez et je le sais. Il n'y a pas un de vous qui ose écrire ses franches opinions, et si vous le faisiez, vous savez d'avance qu'elles ne seraient jamais publiées. Je suis hebdomadairement payé pour tenir mes franches opinions à distance du journal auquel je suis lié. D'autres d'entre vous reçoivent de mêmes émoluments pour des choses similaires, et n'importe lequel d'entre vous qui serait assez bête pour écrire de franches opinions serait à la rue à chercher un autre emploi. Si je laissais mes franches opinions être publiées dans l'une des parutions de mes journaux, mon emploi s'évaporerait avant vingt-quatre heures. Le boulot du journaliste est de détruire la vérité, de mentir effrontément, de pervertir, de diaboliser, de lécher les pieds de Mammon et de vendre son pays et sa race pour gagner son pain quotidien. Vous le savez et je le sais, et quelle folie est cette célébration d'une presse indépendante ? Nous sommes des pantins, ils tirent les ficelles et nous dansons. Nos talents, nos possibilités et nos vies sont tous la propriété d'autres hommes. Nous sommes des prostitués intellectuels..

There is no such thing, at this stage of the world’s history in The United States of America, as an independent press. You know it and I know it. There is not one of you who dare write your honest opinions, and if you did, you know beforehand that it would never appear in print. I am paid weekly for keeping my honest opinions out of the paper I am connected with. Others of you are paid similar salaries for similar things, and any of you who would be foolish as to write honest opinions would be out on the streets looking for another job. If I allowed my honest opinions to appear in one issue of my papers, before twenty-four hours my occupation would be gone. The business of the journalist is to destroy the truth, to lie outright, to pervert, to vilify, to fawn at the feet of Mammon, and to sell his country and his race for his daily bread. You know it and I know it, and what folly is this toasting an independent press? We are the jumping jacks, they pull the strings and we dance. Our talents, our possibilities and our lives are all the property of other men. We are intellectual prostitutes.

aggiunta da sacredceltic, il 17 novembre 2012