Last week's column on the new Chevrolet taxi seems to have touched a chord.

The high thin columns of steel seemed to keep pace with him.

The column seemed to be hovering in mid-air, about six feet above the ground.

Behind him, Tev noted a column of numbers seemed to shrink and he nodded to himself in agreement.

I saw similar images on the walls surrounding us, though the slightly crude but ornate columns seemed of later design.

Yet these columns seem to be holding hands, like figures in an Israeli dance.

The column seems to have ceased publication in 2003.

The column also seems to have had a memorial significance.

The columns supporting the dungeons' roof seemed to have been cut from the living rock.

For example, back in 2002 and 2003 my columns against the Iraq war seemed to have approximately zero effect.