Why do an infinite number of monkeys always want to type "Hamlet"? What's wrong with "Macbeth"? Why not something by Dickens or Poe?

If all it takes is an infinite number of monkeys with typewriters, how come AOL haven't written any Shakespeare yet?

I don't think of 'Macbeth' as the villain. I don't think of 'King Lear' as the villain. I don't think of 'Hamlet' as the villain. I don't think of 'Travis Bickle' as the villain.

There are almost an infinite number of things we could do.

GUIL: It [Hamlet's madness] really boils down to symptoms. Pregnant replies, mystic allusions, mistaken identities, arguing his father is his mother, that sort of thing; intimations of suicide, forgoing of exercise, loss of mirth, hints of claustrophobia not to say delusions of imprisonment; invocations of camels, chameleons, capons, whales, weasels, hawks, handsaws -- riddles, quibbles and evasions; amnesia, paranoia, myopia; day-dreaming, hallucinations; stabbing his elders, abusing his parents, insulting his lover, and appearing hatless in public -- knock-kneed, droop-stockinged and sighing like a love-sick schoolboy, which at his age is coming on a bit strong.

ROS: And talking to himself.

GUIL: And talking to himself.

Let me get it straight. Your father was king. You were his only son. Your father dies. You are of age. Your uncle becomes king."

"Yes."

"Unorthodox.