Once it happened, a friend of Mulla Nasruddin was talking to Mulla Nasruddin. They had met after many -- years. Both were bitter rivals; both were poets. Both started to boast about the progress they had made in their careers. 'You have no idea, Nasruddin, how many people read my poetry now,' bragged the friend. 'My readers have doubled.' 'My God, my God!' cried Nasruddin. 'I had no idea you got married!'