Monkeys writing masterpieces

What are the odds if you put 100 monkeys to type on 100 computers, they ended up typing Hamlet or Dante's Divine Comedy in your lifetime?
I remember reading about this talking about the nature of probability.


Jeans, 1930
... It was, I think, Huxley, who said that six monkeys, set to strum unintelligently on typewriters for millions of millions of years, would be bound in time to write all the books in the British Museum. If we examined the last page which a particular monkey had typed, and found that it had chanced, in its blind strumming, to type a Shakespeare sonnet, we should rightly regard the occurrence as a remarkable accident, but if we looked through all the millions of pages the monkeys had turned off in untold millions of years, we might be sure of finding a Shakespeare sonnet somewhere amongst them, the product of the blind play of chance. In the same way, millions of millions of stars wandering blindly through space for millions of millions of years are bound to meet with every sort of accident, and so are bound to produce a certain limited number of planetary systems in time. Yet the number of these must be very small in comparison with the total number of stars in the sky.

Sir James Jeans.
The Mysterious Universe. New York: Macmillian Co., 1930, page 4


Sorry for the lack of updates guys, but I'm going crazy, I'm going f-ing nuts, all I see these days are monkeys writing masterpieces; they just don't stop. Hopefully they have internet connection in the mental institution I'm heading for. Haha, kidding, but you know what I mean.
Actually, you don't. Especially if you're a young poker player or if you don't have enough years playing poker. But don't worry, you'll be there, you'll see monkeys writing too. Hopefully you'll see your monkeys and laugh; I can't laugh, I want to kill the motherfuckers.


P.S. For my non-poker readers, I'm fine, really mom, I'm good, Diana and the kids are doing great. There are no monkeys being killed at home. You know we love animals.