The egrigious E

It is egregious. There is no excuse. Make an example of me for great effect! I’ll not seek exoneration for that would be effrontery. I am in earnest; shall I elucidate elliptically? My employment… there was extra.. it seemed ever long and never-ending…  an absolute era! It left me enervated, at low ebb, without the extra energy needed to eke out the enchantment so effective for entreating the muse to engage as my envoy to fill this empty page. I had no equanimity, she no empathy, and so we are entrenched.  Shall I enumerate how I have erred? I have no essay extolling the letter E.