Arkady and Boris Strugatsky. The doomed city (№ 3650)

There I, no me, fighting me, lying on the couch - no difference. Nothing can change, nothing can be corrected. You can only get better or worse. Everything goes by itself, and I can't help it. Here it is - your understanding, and more to understand I have nothing... You better tell me what I with this understanding supposed to do? In the winter it is to pickle or to eat now?..