Early one morning, Mullah Nasruddin stumbled out of bed, found his way to the kitchen and made coffee. When it was ready he poured a cup, and, still groggy, took it outside. Sitting with his back against a tree, he took his first sip.

“Ahh,” said the Mullah, “what would life be without coffee?”

Then he paused. “On the other hand,” he said to himself, “what is life WITH coffee?”