Переводчик Тихонова Анна Алексеевна

The question of free will touches nearly everything we care about. Morality, law, politics, religion, public policy, intimate relationships, feelings of guilt and personal accomplishment—most of what is distinctly human about our lives seems to depend upon our viewing one another as autonomous persons, capable of free choice. If the scientific community were to declare free will an illusion, it would precipitate a culture war far more belligerent than the one that has been waged on the subject of evolution. Without free will, sinners and criminals would be nothing more than poorly calibrated clockwork, and any conception of justice that emphasized punishing them (rather than deterring, rehabilitating, or merely containing them) would appear utterly incongruous. And those of us who work hard and follow the rules would not “deserve” our success in any deep sense. It is not an accident that most people find these conclusions abhorrent. The stakes are high.

I’m on a journey around the Caribbean Sea, with its thousands of beautiful islands.

Simon Reeve:
An incredible mainland coast, home to millions of extraordinary people.

It’s a vast area spanning a million square millions, with a rich and brutal history.

Simon Reeve:
And some of the most dangerous places on the planet.

It’s one of the most vibrant and exciting regions on Earth.

Simon Reeve:
It’s the Caribbean.

I
The Owl and the Pussy-cat went to sea
In a beautiful pea green boat,
They took some honey, and plenty of money,
Wrapped up in a five pound note.
The Owl looked up to the stars above,
And sang to a small guitar,
'O lovely Pussy! O Pussy my love,
What a beautiful Pussy you are,
You are,
You are!
What a beautiful Pussy you are!'

II
Pussy said to the Owl, 'You elegant fowl!
How charmingly sweet you sing!
O let us be married! too long we have tarried:
But what shall we do for a ring?'
They sailed away, for a year and a day,
To the land where the Bong-tree grows
And there in a wood a Piggy-wig stood
With a ring at the end of his nose,
His nose,
His nose,
With a ring at the end of his nose.
III

'Dear pig, are you willing to sell for one shilling
Your ring?' Said the Piggy, 'I will.'
So they took it away, and were married next day
By the Turkey who lives on the hill.
They dined on mince, and slices of quince,
Which they ate with a runcible spoon;
And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand,
They danced by the light of the moon,
The moon,
The moon,
They danced by the light of the moon.

Name: U-2501
Type: XXI
Launch: First launched 1944
Displacement:
1621 tons (surfaced)
1819 tons (submerged)

Length: 76.7 m
Beam: 6.6 m
Draft: 6.3 m

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Notes:
Derived from the Walter designed Type XVIII, the Type XXI represented the state of the art in submarine design in World War II and was the basis for most post-war submarine development among the major powers. The Type XXI was designed first and foremost for excellent sumberged performance. The deck gun, always considered an auxiliary weapon anyway, was removed, and numerous streamlining measures incorporated. The result was a phenomenal submerged speed of 17 knots -- faster even than the boat could travel while surfaced. In addition, large internal storage for torpedoes and a new fast reload mechanism made this model a formidable opponent. Unfortunately, the revolutionary technology and complex production process meant that few of the 120 units built would ever become operational.