Éditions du Seuil (French pronunciation: [edisjɔ̃ dy sœj]) is a French publishing house created in 1935, currently owned by La Martinière Groupe. It owes its name to this goal "The seuil (threshold) is the whole excitement of parting and arriving. It is also the brand new threshold that we refashion at the door of the Church to allow entry to many whose foot gropes around it" (letter of father Plaquevent, 28 December 1934).
Éditions du Seuil was the publisher of the Don Camillo series, and of Chairman Mao Zedong's Little Red Book. The large sales that these generated have allowed the house to publish more specialized titles, particularly in the social sciences. Seuil is widely respected in the publishing world, maintaining good relations with its authors. Seuil has published works by Jacques Lacan, Roland Barthes and Philippe Sollers (in his first period), and later by Edgar Morin, Maurice Genevoix and Pierre Bourdieu. Notably, they published Frantz Fanon's doctoral thesis, Black Skin, White Masks, in 1952, and the first edition of Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn's The Gulag Archipelago (in Russian as Архипелаг ГУЛАГ) in 1973.
Seuil is a commune in the Ardennes department in northern France.
Everybody says it’s a perfect day
Sun is in my eyes make it go away
Surrounded by people but I feel so alone
Seems like I fall apart, every time you go
[Chorus]
And too much is never enough, of you
And too much is never enough, of you
Feel you dripping from my pours
But I keep wanting more
Until my skin is bruised
Too much, too much
is never enough of you
Is never enough of you
Longing for your touch in between my sheets
I just wanna catch, your falling into me
We’re melting together, until you make me cry
You can give me all you have, but I won’t be satisfied
[Chorus]
Cause too much is never enough, of you
And too much is never enough, of you
Feel you dripping from my pours
But I keep wanting more
Until my skin is bruised
It’s never enough of you
Fire the gun, I’ll shoot you with love
So you can never relief
I’d use my arms, too turn you away
So you’d always be with me
Cause I can’t sleep, I can’t sleep without you near
without you here
[Chorus]
And too much is never enough, of you
And too much is never enough, of you
Feel you dripping from my pours
But I keep wanting more
Until my skin is bruised
Too much, too much
It never enough of you