He knew he sounded like some rube at the fair but couldn't help it.
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"sounded like some rube at the fair"
Merle's not insulting rural folk here; he's just pointing out that when you see something you've never seen before, and that thing is overwhelming and joyful in its very nature, you can't help but stand slack-jawed in front of its wonder. You want to see more of the lights. You want to ride the Ferris wheel one more time and gaze on the grandeur of the lands around you. You need one of those goldfish in the plastic baggie.
You want to glimpse the past come once more into view, clear and clean, like a scientific scrying glass parting the veils of time. You don't ask to see the trick again because you want to figure it out; you ask to see the trick again because you can hardly believe it happened the first time.
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