The world has raised its whip; where will it descend?
A motorcar with drawn blinds passes through Bond Street. But in Regent’s Park, Septimus Warren Smith, a shell-shocked war veteran, sees the car as a harbinger of doom. His wife Rezia tries to calm him, but he is slipping further from reality.
Septimus’s paranoia rendered as a universal threat — the world itself as persecutor. Woolf’s depiction of shell shock.