I, my curls in twisting
Turbans was rhythming,
From golden mirrors gazing
Into the bottomless rays,
That readied I might fall into bed,
But up a roar rose in the city. (922-927)

I do not read the play in just the same way that Nussbaum does, but I do find her point touching and signficant. “Being a human being” can mean becoming more (or less) than “human”. Nussbaum does really grasp the essential risk in being “good” the risk that one can be “destroyed”. But there is something more to “good” I think, other than it being merely risk itself. The openness, and I think that this a primary lesson of Greek Tragedy, is not just an all out chips-on-the-table kind of bet, but also an openness to what you will be transformed into, when and if you lose.