I can interpret it well enough. Trouble was in those days there was no mains electric, so it required dry cell batteries in series, around six of them. Nor were batteries that easy to come by. They were expensive, and still are. And over time I developed what I guess was a faith in the Almighty, because sometimes Okanya and I would perform resurrection ceremonies over batteries that we knew were simply being stubborn by pretending to sleep. There was once a dissection of a battery, and I can tell you this much the contents of a dry cell battery is not something that you taste more than once. Tempted to think it has been downhill ever since.
However, with the festival of consumption just around the corner, and the Aquarian Month with its birthdays not long after that, well worth mentioning there is nothing in the world that prepares a mind for the sight of a little engine pulling cars round and round a track. It's a seminal moment which had Darwin experienced it, he might never have ventured aboard the Beagle, and instead might have become a Station Master. It's a moment I can still think of as 'glee' until I discovered the word 'glee' is also associated with a form of singing that requires the singer to be smiling at all times. This produces a use of voice that under no circumstances can be considered natural, or remotely endearing. "Smile, Smile," the instructor would yell as she waved her arms. Some of us were able to follow so simple an instruction. Others could not and still become irrational when asked to. We wanted six batteries, considerably more track, maybe a point system for shunting, and like a Cat we dreamed of tunnels.