There's a moment early on in Rankin/Bass's Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer. Clarice, a young doe, tells Rudolph he's cute. He cries out "She think I'm cute! She thinks I'm cuuuuute!" and flies off the ground. That is love and adolescence. That is it perfectly encapsulated.
And then he lands, and moments later the dirt falls off his nose and everyone laughs at him. Rudolph, with his stupid red nose. Look at him. What a loser. What a joke. And what a perfect encapsulation, too.
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