1 As the receding wave swept back with a hoarse roar, it seemed to scoop out deep caves in the beach, as if its purpose were to undermine the earth.
2 He looked at her for a long space and then, leaning, scooped up a small wad of red clay from the ground.
3 In the rear wall was another little cave; a round hole, not much bigger than an oil barrel, scooped out in the black earth.
4 Joe scooped his eyes with his disengaged wrist, as if he were bent on gouging himself, but said not another word.
5 --that was what they were singing, as they scooped and tossed the invisible hay, when she looked round again.
6 The yellow dripping had been scooped out like a boghole and the pool under it brought back to his memory the dark turf-coloured water of the bath in Clongowes.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContext Highlight In Chapter 5