I'd totally watch Finnegan's Wake 2: The Finnewakening. Except I'd probably fall asleep. And yet for in that sleep of death what dreams may come. Yet riverrun, past Eve and Adam's, from swerve of shore to bend of bay, brings us by a commodius vicus of recirculation back to Howth Castle and Environs
James Joyce is gonna read this and come back from the dead so he can publish Finnegan's Wake 2 out of sheer spite.
