Thought seems to be an element in a comprehensive structure whose logical underpinnings compel it towards an intrinsic goal called truth, no matter how imperfectly this is realised in each instance. Every thought is thus an assertion, but made with more or less of a degree of reserve. The reservation, no matter how dressed up as a dignity, marks the degree of thought's falling short of what it would be, of its reason for being. Desire provides a clue to what an unreserved thought would be like. Satisfaction is revealed as a more comprehensive name for truth, and reservation entirely fails of dignity.