ABSTRACT
Emmy’s mother was impatient. “It’s time to go. But wait! Emmy, why are you wearing that old green dress? No, no, my child! That’s not your prettiest dress. Come along! Let’s get out your blue dress with the lovely embroidered collar. You’ll be much more attractive in that dress.” Emmy Noether was 11 years old, chubby and awkward, and not particularly pretty. Many years later, the mathematician Hermann Weyl observed that the Graces did not preside at Emmy’s cradle. No one ever described her as beautiful.
