I had the feeling that when the time came, in however many years, he would not be allowed to forget.

You aren't being allowed to forget that this is a play, not real life.

The idea of physical danger was something he'd allowed himself to forget.

He had allowed himself to forget this side of the spy business.

We should not be allowed to forget what once was there.

He'd allowed himself to forget how much fun a pistol could be.

They were not going to be allowed to forget it.

Now at last we are allowed to forget the war.

But we are never for long allowed to forget the "character."

How could I have allowed myself to forget my own flesh and blood?