H & J, Horizontal and Justify, the magic key that made those early terminals in the newsroom convert words to column inches.
“You had your way the whole fucking world’d be the fucking World Trade Towers. You turn everything into H&J, on the up and up in every way, smooth, clean, cold, and full of worthwhile shit. Straighten it out and lie to make it true. Fuck your news, Hugh. Fuck Hugh.”
It was a complaint about the news he had, you get used to those. Spend a day covering the city desk phone and sixteen calls will come complaining about the news. Would be more, but they each keep you on the damn phone a half hour.