The "Special Agents O’Brien and Bloom" kind of gave it away.
Finnegans Wake is sort of the literary equivalent of The Art Of Computer Programming, widely admired, seldom read, rarely understood.
-- Lines from Wake that actually make sense:
It was folded by cunning, sealed by crime, uptied by a harlot, undone by a child. It was life but was it fair? It was free but was it art?
Sleep, where in the waste is the wisdom?
Shake eternity and lick creation.
Erning his breadth to the swelt of his proud.