Your memory is a monster; you forget - it doesn't. It simply files things away. It keeps things for you, or hides things from you - and summons them to your recall with a will of its own. You think you have a memory; but it has you!
“And part of that is, what is the point of having children if you don't have the privilege of bringing them up?”
“I liked The Slipper and the Rose, as I have already mentioned, because it was such a lovely film to do.”