"You are a most perceptive listener, friend." The precise, if despairing analysis of a mere handful of lines - from what amounts to Alpine heights of a work - it baffles him, quite frankly.
"Love promised the narrator pain," he retorts softly, no fight in his voice. "It promised him enough torture to make him ask for death. Such is indeed foreshadowed here. I applaud your astuteness." He swallows the gritty, spicy dregs from his cup. "But Love also promised to make him well again."