For Darius Milhaud, composing was a part of daily life. He wrotemusic as naturally and as consistently as eating, breathing, andsleeping. This regimen produced a catalogue of at least 443 works, a fecundity that may have hindered the widespread recognition that Milhaud might otherwise have been accorded, because few people have as yet assumed the task of thoroughly perusing such a volume of music. Among these works one can find a number of masterpieces. There are others that are routine, but all are marked by a fertile imagination expressed through masterful craftsmanship.