Yeah, Amos. Infinite patience would also be required of the proofreaders of such an experiment. Imagine the frustration of getting to the last speech in A Midsummer Night's Dream and reading

and, as I am an honest Puck,
if we have unearned luck
now to scape the serpent's tongue
we will make amends ere long;
Else the Puck a liar call.
So goodnight unto you all.
Give me your hands if we be friends,
and a ham sandwich with extra mayo

and having to shout "my God we almost had it!" And then realizing the same mistake was also likely to be repeated an infinite number of times.

The mind boggles.