Bayer AG (German pronunciation: [ˈbaɪɐ]) is a chemical and pharmaceutical company founded in Barmen (today a part of Wuppertal), Germany in 1863. It is headquartered in Leverkusen, North Rhine-Westphalia, Germany and well known for its original brand of aspirin.
Bayer AG was founded in Barmen (today a part of Wuppertal), Germany in 1863 by Friedrich Bayer and his partner, Johann Friedrich Weskott.
Bayer's first major product was acetylsalicylic acid (originally discovered by French chemist Charles Frederic Gerhardt in 1853), a modification of salicylic acid or salicin, a folk remedy found in the bark of the willow plant. By 1899, Bayer's trademark Aspirin was registered worldwide for Bayer's brand of acetylsalicylic acid, but because of the confiscation of Bayer's US assets and trademarks during World War I by the United States — and the subsequent widespread usage of the word to describe all brands of the compound —, "Aspirin" lost its trademark status in the United States, France, and the United Kingdom. It is now widely used in the US, UK, and France for all brands of the drug. However in over 80 other countries, such as Canada, Mexico, Germany, and Switzerland, it is still a registered trademark of Bayer.
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For Robin and Silea, the ideal of romantic love has come to be a mere mediale cipher and the belief in it a sign of weakness and conformity. They play ironically with the boy-meets-girl-schemes, but their escape from triviality does not lead to freedom but ends in betrayal
Keywords: male-frontal-nudity
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Charlie Muffin, top British Intelligence operative, has just broken up a major Soviet spy network in England. However, a new Director with new ideas takes over and wants Charlie out. But then a high-ranking Soviet spy-master hints that he wants to defect, and both British Intelligence and the CIA want him and will do anything to get him. Charlie may be the only man who can bring the defection off successfully, but is the whole thing an elaborate set-up? And when your so-called allies are stabbing each other and you in the back to get this prize, whom can Charlie trust on either side?
Keywords: based-on-novel, character-name-in-title, cold-war, kgb, spy
Snare: [seeing Charlie cleaning his leather-stained feet] What the hell do you think you're doing?::Charlie Muffin: Washing my feet.::Snare: Very biblical. Can you do miracles too?::Charlie Muffin: Yes. I can come back from the dead out of burning Volkswagens.
Charlie Muffin: The old sod owes me an apology.::Janet: Sir Henry Cuthbertson, Bart.? No way. I know him, Charlie; he was my godfather long before he was your boss. He's a bastard.::Charlie Muffin: So am I. Funny thing is that none of them realize it.
Sir Archibald Willoughby: Well, I won't say be careful, Charlie; no damn sense in that. But remember the first rule.::Charlie Muffin: Always secure an escape route.
Valery Kalenin: [to Cuthbertson] You really were incredibly stupid, Sir Henry. Charlie Muffin was one of the few real operatives in your service; his capture of Berenkov was brilliant. Yet you set him up to be shot in Berlin, you vilify him when he comes home unscathed, you demote him. [smiles] How can you expect loyalty when you treat a man like that?
Sir Archibald Willoughby: World keeping you busy, Charlie?::Charlie Muffin: Well, I think I shall be busy soon enough, sir, yes.::Sir Archibald Willoughby: Oh, I say, I hope to God he wasn't briefing you in here! Even panelled walls have ears, you know.
Charlie Muffin: [referring to CIA Agent Braley] I want him there, and always within ten yards.::Braley: Ten yards?::Charlie Muffin: You see, at that range I'm classified as an expert shot.
Cuthbertson: [to Ruttgers] It's a pity we have to entrust the completion of this mission to two frightened men.::Charlie Muffin: [looking right at both Directors] Better two frightened men than two psychopaths.
Valery Kalenin: [referring to Harrison's death] Why do people always run?::Charlie Muffin: Lack of experience.
Cuthbertson: [talking about Charlie's affair with Cuthbertson's secretary/goddaughter Janet] Rutting was always the favorite pastime of the working class.