And we, the young men with long necks, long, fair hair, protruding blue eyes, and red ties, or the young maidens in our blue curtain serge with our round shoulders, our necks made as long as possible to remember Rossetti drawings, uttered with rapt expression long sentences about the Social Revolution that was just around the corner. We thought we were beautiful, we thought we were very beautiful; but Pre-Raphaelitism is dead, aestheticism is dead. Poor William Morris is very dead, too, and the age when poetry was marketable is most dead of all. It is dead, all dead, and that beautiful vision, the Social Revolution, has vanished...

What has become of the young men with the long necks and the red ties?
What has become of all the young maidens with the round shoulders, the dresses of curtain serge, and the amber necklaces? ...
Where are all the adorers of the Pre-Raphaelites?


Ford Madox Hueffer
Memories and Impressions