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Sir William was a professional. He had a car. It was “powerful, grey with plain initiates inter-locked on the panels, as if the pomps of heraldry were incongruous, this man being the ghostly helper, the priest of science.” He was the son of an ordinary shop-keeper but with his hard work and skill, he earned so much money that he had built a wall of gold. He was a nice speaker also.
The moment Sir. William Bradshaw saw Septimus, he diagnosed his case as grave, complete physical and nervous breakdown, with every symptom of advanced stage. He got from Rezia the information that her husband has threatened to kill himself. So he decided that Septimus must go to a delightful mental home in the country. And if Rezia would not let him go, law would take its own course. Thus Sir William had no respect for human relationship. He seemed to embody spiritual apathy, ignorance, the brute force that afflicted our twentieth-century world.
Dr. Holmes and Sir William Bradshaw were responsible for Septimus’ feeling that “human beings have neither kindness, nor faith, nor charity beyond what serves to increase the pleasure of the moment. They hunt in packs. They desert the fallen. They are plastered over with grimaces”.