āI started walking slowly across the sand. I went almost to the waterās edge and then walked down the beach. The same thing happened that had happened in the math class, but on a larger scale. It was also much noisier. Young men whistled at me. Some jumped up from the sand and trotted up for a better view. Even the women stopped moving as I came nearer.
āI paid no attention to the whistles and whoops. In fact, I didnāt hear them. I was full of a strange feeling, as if I were two people. One of them was Norma Jean from the orphanage who belonged to nobody. The other was someone whose name I didnāt know. But I knew where she belonged. She belonged to the ocean and the sky and the whole world.ā--My Story, by Marilyn Monroe