Παράξενες μέρες στην Ελλάδα: give me a word from E

Our words, our sentences, our texts, are like unfaithful women. They want the eyes of others to admire them, to strip them of their superficial ornaments, to make them their own. They are waiting for the unsuspecting reader, who is ready to watch a story that he is not personally interested in, to start reading. And they close his eyes, they open him, they send him thousands of messages, they guide him, until he surrenders to them completely. (excerpt from the prologue of the book in the words of the author)