All our misunderstandings

« If I’d laugh, and throw love teeth in her face, the big grin of accepting rapportive joy, she’d have just a twinge of suspicion in my motives – which would deepen – all night – till the bottomless sorrows of the dark – all my dark walks back from her house – all our misunderstandings – all her schemes, dreams – floop – all gone. »

Kerouac, Jack. Maggie Cassidy. Penguin Books, 1959. p. 124