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  1. The Sacred and Profane Love Machine is a novel by Iris Murdoch. Published in 1974, it was her sixteenth novel. It won the Whitbread Novel Award for 1974. Plot. Blaise Gavender is a psychotherapist with a wife and a sixteen-year-old son, living near London in a comfortable home called Hood House.

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    • 1974
    • 1974
  2. 1 de jan. de 1974 · 3.91. 1,496 ratings158 reviews. Swinging between his wife and his mistress in the sacred and profane love machine and between the charms of morality and the excitements of sin, the psychotherapist, Blaise Gavender, sometimes wishes he could divide himself in two. Instead, he lets loose misery and confusion and—for the spectators at ...

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  3. About The Sacred and Profane Love Machine. Swinging between his wife and his mistress in the sacred and profane love machine and between the charms of morality and the excitements of sin, the psychotherapist, Blaise Gavender, sometimes wishes he could divide himself in two.

    • Iris Murdoch
    • Paperback
  4. 6 de mar. de 1984 · 4.1 127 ratings. See all formats and editions. Swinging between his wife and his mistress in the sacred and profane love machine and between the charms of morality and the excitements of sin, the psychotherapist, Blaise Gavender, sometimes wishes he could divide himself in two.

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  5. 6 de mar. de 1984 · The Sacred and Profane Love Machine (Penguin Books) - Kindle edition by Murdoch, Iris. Download it once and read it on your Kindle device, PC, phones or tablets. Use features like bookmarks, note taking and highlighting while reading The Sacred and Profane Love Machine (Penguin Books).

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  6. Iris Murdoch. Penguin, Mar 6, 1984 - Fiction - 368 pages. Swinging between his wife and his mistress in the sacred and profane love machine and between the charms of morality and the...

  7. Summary. Montague Small, an obsessive writer of detective thrillers, mourns his lately dead wife, who may or may not have been unfaithful to him. His attempts at meditation are a failure. He detests his fictional detective. His interest in his neighbour's difficulties and his neighbour's wife appear to be his only consolations after all.