More Ben-isms: Round Five!

I have formed a meaningful relationship with my basil plant and named it Faulty. I can’t bring myself to use its leaves in tomato and basil salads any more. The clincher is it whispered “thank you”.

I just had a powerful near death experience (“NDE”). A hearse drove past.

No one in my gym could tell me what fiddles do to get so fit.

Mimesis, hermeneutics, bricolage, heteroglossia & semiology all mastered. But only when I finally crack the semicolon, will I can call myself a writer.

I just int...