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...Bonn, the disarmament spokesman in the opposition Social Democratic Party, Egon Bahr, said Reagan "has broken a taboo, and the new perspective could be fruitful." But Manfred Worner, Defense Minister in the conservative government, called the plan "a program for the next century, not one to tackle the defense problems of tomorrow...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Archive: Reagan for the Defense | 3/21/2008 | See Source »

Usually Hutch finds himself pitted against his bete noir, Dennis Worner, CEO of Worner industries, a multi-national conglomerate. We first see Worner - where else? - presiding over his group of toadying yes-men in a boardroom. He sports a puppet on top of his head as some sort of crazed motivational device. "What is the half-life of your innovation?" he screams, in a perfect parody of corporate newspeak. Hart's musical ear for creating nonsense versions of the aerobicized cynicism of biz language becomes one of the book's biggest pleasures. When Worner later runs into a disguised Hutch...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: I Moved Your Damn Cheese! | 1/20/2005 | See Source »

...pleases, beholden to no entity. Counters the mustachioed, cross-trainer-wearing Onassis, "I have met the forces of this world. I have danced and wrestled with its gods. I collude with destiny. ? That is freedom." Surprisingly, Hart leaves Owen speechless at this, cutting away to a final shot of Worner's coffee company logo being raised over the caf? we saw at the beginning. Is it a dose of reality or cynicism that makes Hart end most his Hutch stories unhappily...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: I Moved Your Damn Cheese! | 1/20/2005 | See Source »

...Dennis Worner tees off into the WTC rubble...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: I Moved Your Damn Cheese! | 1/20/2005 | See Source »

...What the hell are you asking us for? Go ask Manfred Worner, or Yeltsin. They're the bigwigs," snapped Asha, cleaning his pipe. Pause. "As far as we're concerned, from now on, the only person worth turning to is Yeltsin. Maybe later on it'll be Zhirinovsky," concluded Asha, frantically trying to light his pipe with a lighter that had the U.N. insignia on it. No go. I guess there wasn't any flint left...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Playing Host to Some Dubious Guests | 3/7/1994 | See Source »

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