So I've got to write something worth reading in a short amount of time. It's like hitting a deadline or something. Like the newspaper men of old. "Stop the presses!" somebody would yell, the editor or the publisher, I presume. And then the heroic and idealistic young journalist, who nobody took seriously before, would get that scoop that would bust up the rackets or expose the corrupt official to the anxious public and he would win the affections of the Girl Friday who had previously been ambivalent about the young man's prospects.