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“But if today's low-income countries are to move from poverty to an incipient affluence... then none of those factors could make a difference without the rising consumption of fuels and electricity: a decoupling of economic growth and energy consumption during early stages of modern economic development would defy the laws of thermodynamics." (p. 350, italics added)”

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Energy and Civilization: A History

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Vaclav Smil
Vaclav Smil

Vaclav Smil, born in 1943, is a distinguished professor known for his extensive research and insightful views across various fields such as energy, environment, technology, and social development. more

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