Arkady and Boris Strugatsky. Monday begins on Saturday (№ 805)

I felt stupid. There was something humiliating in this determinism that destined to me, independent person with free will, on a certain independent now my deeds and actions. And it was not about that, I wanted to go to Kitezhgrad or not like.
It was about inevitability. Now I could neither die nor get sick, nor to be capricious ("dismissal!"), I was doomed, and the first time I had a horrible sense of the word. I always knew that ill be doomed, for example, to death or blindness. But to be doomed even love the nicest girl in the world, on a fascinating journey around the world and on a trip to Kitezhgrad (which by the way, I struggled for three months) also, it turns out, can be extremely unpleasant. Knowledge of the future came to me in a completely new light...