English is a strange language. Itâs a glom of Anglo-Saxon, German, French, even a little bit of Arabic and almost any other language that has been spoken anywhere western Europeans and Americans have made contact. We donât have any words originating from Sentinelese, spoken by the last known Neolithic people in existence. Nobody knows one word from their language. Except them, of course. They murder strangers on sight. Just ask Marco Polo. But if you donât know something, you probably donât miss it, so our language rolls merrily along with a hodge-podge of diphthongs and digraphs and other devices that combine letters to make sounds not found in the alphabet, like âphâ in photo instead of âfoto.â