Somehow it was her disaster—her disgrace. It was her punishment to see sink and disappear here a man, there a woman, in this profound darkness, and she forced to stand here in her evening dress. She had schemed; she had pilfered. She was never wholly admirable. She had wanted success.

But she quickly comes to terms with it, as if the previously unknown Septimus and she are similar:

She felt somehow very like him—the young man who had killed himself. She felt glad that he had done it; thrown it away. The clock was striking. The leaden circlesdissolved in the air. He made her feel the beauty; made her feel the fun.

Again, this is close to being a satire on her narcissistic life. Self-critical at least. Though I'm not sure Woolf sees it that way.

— Eric

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