compunctious

And the grapevine will always be the demise of people. Is it worth it to join the bandwagon? I think not. Being alone is occasionally less strenuous.

"...I ask myself whether frogs are so furtive,
or sneeze as they please.
Whether they whisper to each other in swamps about illegitimate frogs,
or the joys of amphibious living.
I ask myself if birds single out enemy birds,
or bulls gossip with bullocks before they go out in public with cows.
Even the roads have eyes and the parks their police.
Hotels spy on their guests,
windows name names,
canons and squadrons debark on missions to liquidate love.
All those ears and those jaws working incessantly...

(Poor Fellows, Il Postino, Pablo Neruda)