In the course of a recent journey through Southern and Eastern Asia, one fact insistently pressed itself upon my attention: that part of the world which goes by the name of Asia has no real coherent existence—it is a geographical but not a cultural unit. The villages of Japan have far more in common with those of Denmark than with those of India. The Mohammedan of Karachi is much closer to his co-worshipper in Egypt than to his Hindu neighbor in Bombay. The concept “Asia” is a figment of the Western mind, which has little connection with reality—even when used by Asian statesmen.