One evening Nasrudin quarreled with his wife and shouted 
at her so fiercely that she fled for refuge to a neighboring house, 
where he followed her.
   As it happened, a wedding feast was in progress, and the host 
and guests did all they could to calm him down, and vied with one 
another to make the couple reconciled, to eat and enjoy themselves.
   The Mulla said to his wife: ‘My dear, remind me to lose my temper 
more often — then life really would be worth living!’