‘I like words more than numbers and I always did’ (1985, 3), Paul Halmos wrote in the very first pages of his ‘automathography, a mathematical biography written by its subject’ (3). In Halmos’ view, an automathography should not be conflated with an autobiography, ‘the story of my origins and my life’ (3). But is there such a divide or separation possible? Throughout his book Halmos refers to childhood memories, desires, relations with significant others, impressions of places and spaces, as well as political and cultural events that shaped his desire to become a mathematician. Books and languages play a significant part in his automathography: ‘I read a lot, write a lot, and love languages—and I suppose at bottom it all comes down to liking words’ (8) he has emphatically written, highlighting the importance of culture in his automathography. As George Sarton has importantly argued, ‘the history of mathematics should really be the kernel of the history of culture’ (1936, 4). Halmos is adamant that to become a mathematician, ‘you must love mathematics more than anything else’ (1985, 400). Pure love is not enough of course, ‘you must work at it hard and without stop, and you must never give up’, he has further noted. (400) And yet when it comes to the hierarchy of existential needs, desires and strives, the love of mathematics comes first: ‘I am not saying that the love of mathematics is more important than the love of other things. What I am saying is that to the extent that one’s loves can be ordered, the greatest love of a mathematician (the way I would like to use the term) is mathematics’ (401). Halmos’ automathography is written from the perspective of a male mathematician who followed the networks and opportunities available to his gender in the long run of the twentieth century. This does not mean that he did not face the prejudices of being a Jewish immigrant and of carrying his Hungarian accent, despite the fact that he was educated in the USA: ‘Then there was the accent. I was a foreigner, with or without pejorative adjectives, I felt like one, and I sounded like one’, Halmos has poignantly noted (1985, 15). And yet, while reading his automathography I often wondered how different things would be for a woman becoming a mathematician in the same period. In Chapter Six of his automathography, Halmos fondly remembers the Institute for Advanced Studies at Princeton University, where he became of age as a mathematician: