At the end of On Her Majesty’s Secret Service, James Bond loses the love of his life.

It is clear to most that the politicians of today are no where near the caliber of our Founding Fathers, and we have been reminded of this fact quite frequently during this campaign season.

Of the Bond books I’ve read so far, I would have to say that On Her Majesty’s Secret Service, by Ian Fleming, is one of his best.

So, I had a plan for the last free month of the summer before school starts: exercise four hours per week for four straight weeks.

Doctor No, by Ian Fleming, picks up immediately after where From Russia with Loveleft off.

It was from a different time, a somehow more refined time that bred James Bond.