I had a regular watch's Turkish bath.

I was scrubbed and powdered, my works were taken out and cleaned, my joints were oiled, my face was washed, and my hands were polished.

Altogether I was overhauled, and when I took my place on the tray with my twenty-one companions I was altogether a new being, and by no means the least presentable of the company.
How we quarrelled and wrangled, and shouldered one another on that tray! There was such a Babel of voices (for each of us had been set going) that scarcely any one could hear himself speak.

Nothing but recriminations and vituperations rose on every hand.
"Get out of the way, ugly lever," snarled one monstrous hunter watch near me, big enough for an ordinary clock.

"Who do you suppose wants you?
Get out of the way, do you hear ?" "Where to ?" I inquired, not altogether liking to be so summarily ordered about, and yet finding the excitement of a little quarrel pleasant after two years' monotony.
"Anywhere, as long as you get out of my way.