“aT 2: 36, foR example, The waTch would go ‘dong, dong, ding-dong, ding-dong, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding’”
hands and indexes on the dial of a pocket watch in the middle of the night under nothing but candlelight is not exactly easy. Today, with the ubiquity of digital displays, luminous dials and plenty of lighting, we don’t really a chiming watch.
Then again, fine watches aren’t made merely as tools of timekeeping, and most complications have long outlived their usefulness. Instead, they are pieces of art—desired for their exclusivity, admired for their intricacy and appreciated for the intricate workmanship that went into them. And a purely mechanical watch that can sing out the time at the press of a button certainly has all three of those qualities.