I rose from my bed and traipsed to a

bookshelf in my residence.

Expeditiously, wanting to ignite the

proliferation of my minimal sapience.

I took a novel and peruse for a couple of

minutes; thinking it would be effortless.

But, ironically, it emerged to me as

cumbrousness and mundaneness.

I subsequently sensed that; the execution of a suave perusal entails meticulousness and

persistence

I jettisoned every encumbrance and set about perusal with sublimeness and splendidness.