His (Poulencs) chamber music does not depart from the portrait of a gallant, bitter and tragic artist. It was first born under the pen of a bourgeois who had the sense of nobility and generosity. Finally, it served the performers, who were his friends. Here then, is our ‘French Schubert’ at table in good company at an open—air dance hall if not at one of the great Paris restaurants. To one, he offers the Sonata for Flute and Piano, to the other, the sonatas for violin, or for oboe, clarinet, cello…Like Ravel, never did he retrace his steps, not doubting that it was necessary to use every instrument—but only once.Quote from the Booklet