” Winter is the bluest of blue. What colour is summer?”
” I beg your pardon?”
She’s within the earshot that’s why she is asking (and I can hear her too!)
“WHAT COLOUR IS SUMMER?”
The highest pitch invariably lubricates its way to the person within the earshot.
“IT’S BLAAACK!!!” She is drawing closer.
” WHAT? It’s supposed to be sunny. Scorching!”
” It’s the night without electricity.”
That’s what it means to be poles apart regardless of the proximity of the earpiece to your ears.