Translation of "Weekly" in French

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Examples of using "Weekly" in a sentence and their french translations:

Get weekly newsletters or weekly emails

recevoir des bulletins hebdomadaires ou des courriels hebdomadaires

I am paid weekly.

Je reçois un salaire hebdomadaire.

Don't forget our weekly meeting.

N'oubliez pas notre réunion hebdomadaire.

Or I'll send you weekly updates.

ou je vous enverrai des mises à jour hebdomadaires.

And we had met on a weekly basis,

Nous nous retrouvions toutes les semaines,

So, let's charge them a weekly subscription fee

Donc demandons-leur des frais d'adhésion hebdomadaires

In the shop or at the weekly market.

dans la boutique ou au marché hebdomadaire.

Tom bought a weekly magazine at the station.

Tom a acheté un magazine hebdomadaire à la gare.

- who I talk to weekly, at least. - Wow.

que je contacte chaque semaine.

I would also have weekly calls with your clients.

J'aurais aussi hebdomadaire appels avec vos clients.

Into a newsletter or a daily email, or weekly,

dans un bulletin ou un email quotidien, ou hebdomadaire,

Yes I authorize you to send me weekly emails.

oui je vous autorise à envoyez-moi des courriels hebdomadaires.

My fiancée and I, we have a weekly disconnection ritual,

Ma fiancée et moi nous avons un rituel hebdomadaire,

- I am paid by the week.
- I am paid weekly.

- Je suis payé à la semaine.
- Je suis payée à la semaine.

In one of the weekly gatherings I was asked to play;

C'était l'une de ces réunions hebdomadaires où on m'a demandé de jouer.

He picks up what grows here for a weekly market stall.

Il ramasse ce qui pousse ici pour un étal de marché hebdomadaire.

The money is managed by Mary. Tom only receives weekly pocket money.

L'argent est géré par Marie. Tom reçoit seulement de l'argent de poche hebdomadaire.

My dad gives me a weekly allowance that I use to buy comics and ice cream.

Mon père me donne de l'argent de poche hebdomadaire que j'utilise pour acheter des bandes dessinées et des glaces.

- There is no such thing, at this stage of the world’s history in 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.
- There is no such thing, at this stage of the world’s history in the United States, 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.
- 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.

Il 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 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.
- There is no such thing, at this stage of the world’s history in the United States, 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.

Il 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 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.
- 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.

Il 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.