A million monkeys

It took some time, but he eventually managed to gather a million monkeys and a million typewriters. He was convinced, paraphrasing the old saying, that while banging those keys for a million years one of them was bound to write the greatest novel ever known to man.

So it turned out to be quite a disappointment when, after the specified time had passed, the only somewhat legible output that he was able to find in the enormous pile of typewritten pages were these very lines, that sadly fail to end in a coherent watdmf!3 afdfasdf$rrrr%%% sbrjbfkbananabananabananabananabanana.