“He had not cared when Evans was killed; that was worst; but all the other crimes raised their heads and shook their fingers and jeered and sneered over the rail of the bed in the early hours of the morning at the prostrate body which lay realizing its degradation…the verdict of human nature on such a wretch was death.” (Woolfe 89)
Woolf, Virginia. Mrs. Dalloway. Harcourt, 2002.
Septimus is deeply haunted by his past, though he punishes himself for being “unfeeling”. In turn, these very things that haunt him are themselves feelings, despite his past telling him that he is something inhuman. No one condemns Septumis more harshly than himself. It is easier for Septimus to believe he is devoid of emotion rather than succumb to the emotions that lie dormant inside him.