I fell in love with electricity.
I am an expert of electricity. My father occupied the chair of applied electricity at the state prison.
Of the various branches of electrical investigation, perhaps the most interesting and immediately the most promising is that dealing with alternating currents.
A lot of words in English confuse the idea of life and electricity, like the word livewire.
Electricity is of two kinds, positive and negative. The difference is, I presume, that one comes a little more expensive, but is more durable; the other is a cheaper thing, but the moths get into it.
I was relatively technically adept. I can edit and wire up a light.
My knowledge of electrical subjects was not acquired in a methodical manner but was picked up from such books as I could get hold of and from such experiments as I could make with my own hands.
The Marshall is supposed to be 200 watts, but mine's never worked right; it peaks out at 80.
My dad was an electrical engineer.
I put a charge into a lot of balls. Still can.
I was training to be an electrician. I suppose I got wired the wrong way round somewhere along the line.
I suppose the reason I chose electrical engineering was because I had always been interested in electricity, involving myself in such projects as building radios from the time I was a child.
