I do not say that the leaving of the questions unsettled is not like life.

It is very like life, but not like the work of poetry, whose high office it is to decide questions which cannot be solved by the understanding.
Bishop Blongram thinks he has proved his points.

Gigadibs is half convinced he has.

But the Bishop, on looking back, thinks he has not been quite sincere, that his reasonings were only good for the occasion.
He has evaded the centre of the thing.

What he has said was no more than intellectual fencing.